SterCity - Groove Lounge lyrics

[Produced by SterCity & JDiablo] [Verse 1] Look it don't take a real n***a to peep I don't need lean cuz Ben a drill nigas to sleep All My latest sh** been sounding like a victory speech But all I see is glittery teeth and twittery beef Papi still let the razor blade stick to his cheekv Down south selling 20 bags 50 a piece (U heard me) Y'all ain't got nothing left for em It's BenNY , check for em or write the check for em Heard u n***as water whippin up some grams homie I'm thinking kitchens but it was only a dance homie Man I got n***as doing life for this sh** I'm talkin 20 men and 30 men indictment and sh** Look I just wanna know who really green lightin this sh** And is drake the only one who ain't writing his sh** (C'mon) I'm glo'd up now the prices had to go up A n***a rock a turban cuz a n***a finna blow up I smoke Big L's still not a fan of the Knicks I like gold rings and chips and extravagant sh** I'm a boot camp veteran I'm a food stamp legend sh** got real we brought them welfare checks in Now a n***a eatin wit his gut out Middle man cut out all my n***as finna grub out Nina on the hip u could only see the but out Forever make it rain till the Feds let my sun out Livin by the codes that the old folks taught us Still doin block numbers like unknown callers (WHAT) I got the groove back , I got the juice back I make it hot dog , but I'm a cool cat [HOOK] I told n***as stay down and we could all get rich And never show love cuz love will get u hit So many grams coulda won a Grammy off that sh** She look good but don't take the panties off that b**h (haaa) [Verse 2] (WAIT) It's BenNY, I'm still that n***a when the movie over Heard ya plug wearing wires drill em with the super soaker Oh by the way I write my own sh** I'm guilty I body n***as on they own sh** I'm filthy my Bobby Whitney make ya jaw twitch Base Cookin got the neighbors gettin nauseous I'm from where they get It craccin it get nasty The beef escalade they catch you lackin in ya caddy Snatch you out the taxi , blood money tax free 100 n***as wit me rocking turbans like Iraqis Isis , roll dices, n***as left lifeless Bikes wit no brakes coops wit no license The nicest , We don't do the hip hop beef I'm from the north , son of Sam ain't got sh** on me I'm from the era where they had crack and smack for sale Well god damn now these n***as got raps for sale, talk to me! [HOOK] I told n***as stay down and we could all get rich And never show love cuz love will get u hit So many grams coulda won a Grammy off that sh** She look good but don't take the panties off that b**h (haaa)