[Intro]
Haha, niggas crazy
I'm with yo—, yeah
I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man
[Chorus]
Can't fuck no groupie bitches (I can't fuck no groupie bitches)
Can't fuck no groupie bitches (What? What?)
All these nigga tellin' fibs (All these nigga tellin' fibs)
All these nigga fuckin' snitches (All these nigga—what?)
[Verse 1]
(What you talkin' 'bout? What you talkin' 'bout? What you talkin' 'bout?)
Hedi Slimane (Slimane), Dior pants (Dior pants)
Bad bitch (Bad bitch), got me in a trance (Got me in a trance)
I need money, I'm countin' all these dividends (Say what?)
In New York, I'm finna go fuck me a goddamn ten (Say what?)
I let my bad bitch hold my FN (Say what?)
These nigga ain't hard, these nigga ain't talkin' about nothin' (Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout)
I fuck my racks, I break them fuckin' backs in (Eater, eugh)
She on my phone talkin' 'bout all this underground shit (Haha, niggas crazy, I'm with yo—, yeah)
I told that bitch, "I don't even like no underground bitch" (I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
(Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? I think you heard me nigga, hold up, fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
I told this bitch, "I don't like no underground bitch" (Say what?)
You walk up in my account, you see these pounds, bitch (I got pounds, bitch)
I thought I found love, but nigga, I ain't found shit (I ain't found shit)
Droppin' all them songs, he tryna recoup his allowance (Haha)
Took a picture while we fuckin', I go mount it (Let's go)
[Bridge]
I can't fuck no groupie bitch (What? What? What?)
I can't fuck no groupie bitch (Shawty, we don't talk to fibs, look at him, he wanna come kill me, all these niggas)
[Chorus]
Can't fuck no groupie bitches (I can't fuck no groupie bitches)
Can't fuck no groupie bitches (What? What?)
All these nigga tellin' fibs (All these nigga tellin' fibs)
All these nigga fuckin' snitches (All these nigga—what?)
[Verse 2]
(Haha, niggas crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
Think I'm done with me, I hold her ass
I think I'm done with me, I hold her ass (Think I'm done with me)
He's my son, I take him to Toys-R-Us ('Cause they all my son)
Chelsea boots, I got on Margiela (Ho, say what?)
I just cheated on my bitch, I think that I failed her (Ha, cap)
I don't want this ho, I'm finna go mail her (Fuck this bitch)
After I hit this ho, I think I fell in love
Groupie was written by Nine Vicious & 406ahmad.
Groupie was produced by 406ahmad.