Groovy Lil Poppa

[Intro]
Dmac on the fuckin' track
This shit slide
I know them niggas ain't on shit, they just gon' talk about me (Watch our shit, bitch)
Nothing but some shooters 'round me
Bitch, you know what they gon' do about me

[Chorus]
I don't know what you thought about me
And I know them niggas ain't on shit, they just gon' talk about me
Call of Duty, I keep nothing but some shooters 'round me
This shit like Call of Duty, bitch, you know what they gon' do about me
These niggas make a movie, they don't talk, they get to shooting 'bout me
Bitch, you dancing with the devil, we don't talk, we just get groovy 'bout it
These young niggas 'round me devils, it's fucked up, ain't nothing cool about it
You ain't even on they level, when shit drop, you make the news about it
Then post back in they hood, like what's good? What you gon' do about it?

[Verse 1]
This shit here too exotic
Giving out funerals, I don't care who invited
Can't lie I'm too excited, this shit don't get recited
'Cause what they hear, they type, they write it in indictments
No, I never had any idols and I never read the Bible
All I know is kill all my rivals, in the field, I'm playing survival
And I'm playing with drums like bands, got bands inside my pants, I'm saying
You'd think my nigga was at the beach, the way he playing with sand
Remember we caught that nigga down bad, like what you saying? He ran
Still turning opps to fans, get off my cock, you fag
When I signed a deal, I could've dropped a bag
Looking at the price just give me chills when I pop the tag