Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Groovy Tony, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Song language: English
Groovy Tony |
| Blank face, tre 8 |
| Kill everybody, fuck an AK |
| Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates |
| Push all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off |
| Punk ass cops, them crackers want us with our black off |
| Thug life nigga since '96 I wanted to gang bang |
| Few years later I’m really from it |
| We were still kids |
| Crack off nigga, I’m squeezing empty till the shell break |
| Fuck my image I need to drop |
| I need to, blank face |
| Cause brain damage from my mechanics, keeping two ways |
| Sell narcotics, I’m slanging diamonds with your pack then |
| Stack large commas, you with your riders with your backbone |
| Can’t fold figures, I make deposits with the gold grin |
| Jeans look dirty, I lift the Chevy with the rims on |
| All bad bitches they wanna fuck me with the cap gone |
| Real life nigga, I’m in the stu' till all the weed blown |
| Wait long, long, I hid the dope behind the cellphone |
| Y’all don’t hear me, I want the money right |
| Ugh, Groovy Tony, no face killer |
| I see the money right, ugh |
| Yeah, I’m blank face |
| Clear everything out the safe |
| Crack the pig bank |
| Robbin' your kids too |
| My heart an igloo |
| The devil in all blue |
| Die now go to heaven or bring 'em through |
| Lot of brown 'round here |
| Got that white girl for you |
| And she swimming in fire water, could be double digits |
| Pistol through your Civic |
| Most die before they hear it |
| Turn a nigga to a spirit |
| Drive slow, oh, hey |
| Hit the curb with shattered mirrors |
| Look around now you’re hellbound |
| Boogie down, bullshit I won’t allow |
| Slang a bird every hou' |
| Smack a nigga with the heat |
| Contradicting, now you peace |
| Leave you triple six laying in defeat |
| Can you dig it? |
| Struck a match, they won’t finish |
| Drop a nigga off, get a nigga whipped |
| Squeezing fingertips, aye |
| Blank face, tre 8 |
| Kill everybody, fuck an AK |
| Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates |
| Push all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off |
| Punk ass cops them crackers want us with our black off |
| Thug life nigga since '96 I want the gang bang |
| Few years later I’m really from it |
| We were still kids |
| Crack off nigga, I’m squeezing empty till the shell break |
| Fuck my image I need to drop |
| I need to, blank face |
| Cause brain damage from my mechanics, keeping two ways |
| Sell narcotics, I’m slanging diamonds with your pack then |
| Stack large commas, you with your riders with your backbone |
| Can’t fold figures, I make deposits with the gold grin |
| Jeans look dirty, I lift the Chevy with the rims on |
| All bad bitches they wanna fuck me with the cap gone |
| Real life nigga, I’m in the stu' till all the weed blown |
| Wait long, long, I hid the dope behind the cellphone |
| Y’all don’t hear me, I want the money right |
| Ugh, Groovy Tony, no face killer |
| I see the money right, ugh |
| Yeah, I’m blank face |