Groupie lyrics

[Intro]
Haha, n*ggas crazy
I'm with yo—, yeah
I'm with young Ahmad in this b*tch, man

[Chorus]
Can't f*ck no groupie b*tches (I can't f*ck no groupie b*tches)
Can't f*ck no groupie b*tches (What? What?)
All these n*gga tellin' fibs (All these n*gga tellin' fibs)
All these n*gga f*ckin' snitches (All these n*gga—what?)

[Verse 1]
(What you talkin' 'bout? What you talkin' 'bout? What you talkin' 'bout?)
Hedi Slimane (Slimane), Dior pants (Dior pants)
Bad b*tch (Bad b*tch), 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 f*ck me a goddamn ten (Say what?)
I let my bad b*tch hold my FN (Say what?)
These n*gga ain't hard, these n*gga ain't talkin' about nothin' (Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout)
I f*ck my racks, I break them f*ckin' backs in (Eater, eugh)
She on my phone talkin' 'bout all this underground sh*t (Haha, n*ggas crazy, I'm with yo—, yeah)
I told that b*tch, "I don't even like no underground b*tch" (I'm with young Ahmad in this b*tch, man)
(f*ck you talkin' 'bout, n*gga? I think you heard me n*gga, hold up, f*ck you talkin' 'bout?)
I told this b*tch, "I don't like no underground b*tch" (Say what?)
You walk up in my account, you see these pounds, b*tch (I got pounds, b*tch)
I thought I found love, but n*gga, I ain't found sh*t (I ain't found sh*t)
Droppin' all them songs, he tryna recoup his allowance (Haha)
Took a picture while we f*ckin', I go mount it (Let's go)
[Bridge]
I can't f*ck no groupie b*tch (What? What? What?)
I can't f*ck no groupie b*tch (Shawty, we don't talk to fibs, look at him, he wanna come kill me, all these n*ggas)

[Chorus]
Can't f*ck no groupie b*tches (I can't f*ck no groupie b*tches)
Can't f*ck no groupie b*tches (What? What?)
All these n*gga tellin' fibs (All these n*gga tellin' fibs)
All these n*gga f*ckin' snitches (All these n*gga—what?)

[Verse 2]
(Haha, n*ggas crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this b*tch, 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 b*tch, I think that I failed her (Ha, cap)
I don't want this ho, I'm finna go mail her (f*ck this b*tch)
After I hit this ho, I think I fell in love