Groupie Gang - Intellectual

[Intro: DJ Drama]

Y'all know what this is

Tunechi Gang

Pump, what's up?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Lean made me swerve in the cruising lane (swerve)

Your money funny like Pootie Tang

Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing (swerve)

New password, new username (yahh)

My new teams loves having newer things (yahh)

One phone call and my jeweler came

I bought you and you and you and you and you a chain (brrp)

Daddy got bust at the gun range (tah!)

My drugs cost more than your mortgage (mortgage)

The hoes gon' throw 'em out regardless (regardless)

I'ma throw the hoes another party

Nigga, I ain't got hoes, I got an audience, damn

Every week fashion week, runway (runway)

Fly the bitch overseas, one way (one way)

The bitch come around here and go both ways

Made her eat so much pussy, need a lunch break, damn

She don't even hable inglés (inglés)

Got the booty with the thighs and a shrunk waist (damn)

And right between her thighs is an entreé (damn)

And she know I'ma need more than one plate, yeah

And I look up in the sky through my sun shades (yeah)

Lookin' in the eyes of a sun ray

I ask it "Can I shine," it say "All day"

Made the sign of the cross over the heart ray, amen

Boom, bang, red beam, blue flame (blue flame)

Tunechi got clique like Hussein (Hussein)

Stick got kick like Liu Kang

My bitch got tits and two chains

Damn, I'm tied to the track of a money train (money train)

You blind to the fact, that's a fuckin' shame (fuckin' shame)

I still countin' bread with the butter stains (ooh)

Got the world on my back, you got puppet strings, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang

Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Yo' bitch fucked 'til the Uber came

My clique love sipping Houston drank

Yeah, that's purple, magenta, and fuchsia, man (yah)

My bitch love watching Boomerang (yah)

My kids love watching Stranger Things

It's guerilla warfare, y'all orangutans (ooh)

She gon' hit the cocaine like a hurricane (yah)

It gon' make her do a whole lot of other things (yah)

It gon' make her takeoff then jump off of the plane

Make her race racecars in the lovin' lane, pyong!

Make her drop the top, feel the summer rain

Make her pussy come again, tell these pussies "Come again"

Fuck her hard fuck her soft, she want love and pain

She gon' have to walk it off or do the running man (pyong!)

Nigga, fuck the game, fuck the game, fuck the game (fuck the game)

What they think it's wonderland? Think it's fun and games (nah)

These funny ass niggas think they Martin Payne

Try to walk it like you talk it, never walk again (ayy!)

Hundred thousand flat in a rubber band

But I could get you whacked for some pocket change (brrt)

And my niggas snap like the paparazzi gang (brrat)

And you know they say a picture say a thousand things (brrt)

She wanna be with me and feel alive again

She wanna join the gang but she gotta train

I never knew her name, still forgot her name

Thots shall never ever thot again

I flew her to Columbia, her body changed (pssh!)

She came back home with the model frame

Now all the hoes wanna know her doctor name

All these hoes looking for a power change, brrt

Damn, who that is? Him? Not again (not again)

He don't get the picture 'til it's out the frame (out the frame)

Nigga washed up like a box of Gain (box of Gain)

He don't get the scripture 'til the choir sang

Amen, Tunechi mane, Tunechi mane, mula gang (mula gang)

Lit like Superman running through the veins

Street smart, nigga, I could be a tutor mane

My shooters aim at your motherfucking pupil, mane, bang

Talk stupid, it's your block, we gon' be loopin', mane (skrt!)

My gang stay away from the trooper gang

Spit flame like my name King Koopa, mane

But if the pussy sweet, you can call me Sugar Shane, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang

Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Your bitch out of my groupie gang

Can't blame her, I give you to blame

Eat xan bars like Nutrigain

Coochi better smell like sushi mane

Another pain pill, that'll sooth the pain

Tunechi mane, Tunchi mane, mula gang

Groupie gang, groupie gang

Your bitch out of my groupie gang

Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came

My bitch love to do hookah mane

My black barbies got booty fame (damn)

My white barbies got Hooters fame (damn)

I'm a eye doctor that you should blame (yeah)

When she tell you she don't wanna see you again (yuh)

The lean made me swerve in the crusing lane (swerve)

Your money funny like Pootie Tang (ha)

Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing (swerve)

New password, new username, ayy

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Thots shall never ever thot again