(feat. Big Krizz Kaliko & Kutt Calhoun)

(Chorus)
You're just a groupie (who me), but you mean much more to me
than just a groupie (who me), cause the things you do to me
she's just a groupie (who me) but she means much more to me
than just a groupie (who me), cause the things she do to me

(Verse 1)
The Hostile Takeover ooh-wee, I met a (Apple Bottom, San Jo model, like to swallow) groupie, huh, wondering if mommy go choose me, fuck it, let the gray goose and cranberry tropical, lead her to me.

Then I'll holla, I'm acting all non-chalant, you eyeing me, sorta obli-vi-ous to my dogs, comments you need a mental connection from stress relief (I'll offer) as soon as the pill kick in, watch the panty hose fall off her, and...

Twenty minutes later, mommies on E and she can't keep her little groupie hands off me. Now her mouth is around my dick, then we fucking and sex-ercising, I'm in her hole off in her soul, lovin' my extra sized (dick)

So whenever I call, I can hit it, she love some Kutta whenever I'm dwelling on that encounter it makes me stutta cause I, I, uhh, (damnit) won't even try yawl, popping and knocking shit out of socket like houston's eye ball cause

(Chorus)
You're just a groupie (who me), but you mean much more to me
than just a groupie (who me), cause the things you do to me
she's just a groupie (who me) but she means much more to me
than just a groupie (who me), cause the things she do to me

(Verse 2)
On the road again I met alota groupies I gotta
California