Groove Lounge

[Produced by SterCity & JDiablo] [Verse 1] Look it don't take a real nigga to peep I don't need lean cuz Ben a drill nigas to sleep All My latest shit 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 niggas water whippin up some grams homie I'm thinking kitchens but it was only a dance homie Man I got niggas doing life for this shit I'm talkin 20 men and 30 men indictment and shit Look I just wanna know who really green lightin this shit And is drake the only one who ain't writing his shit (C'mon) I'm glo'd up now the prices had to go up A nigga rock a turban cuz a nigga finna blow up I smoke Big L's still not a fan of the Knicks I like gold rings and chips and extravagant shit I'm a boot camp veteran I'm a food stamp legend Shit got real we brought them welfare checks in Now a nigga eatin wit his gut out Middle man cut out all my niggas 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 niggas 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 shit She look good but don't take the panties off that bitch (haaa) [Verse 2] (WAIT) It's BenNY, I'm still that nigga when the movie over Heard ya plug wearing wires drill em with the super soaker Oh by the way I write my own shit I'm guilty I body niggas on they own shit 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 niggas wit me rocking turbans like Iraqis Isis , roll dices, niggas 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 shit on me I'm from the era where they had crack and smack for sale Well god damn now these niggas got raps for sale, talk to me! [HOOK] I told niggas 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 shit She look good but don't take the panties off that bitch (haaa)