Chief Keef, Fredo Santana - Groovin lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef, Fredo Santana - Groovin lyrics]
Sosa baby gBE baby
Catch up, catch up
Glory Boyz, Savage Sqaud shit
Bitch, I'm coolin' in the trap, bitch
I'm groovin' (What, trap, trap)
Everywhere I go, I got shooters
(Got shooters)
Fredo, Chief Sosa, we keep Rugers (What)
Have your bitch in the studio and do us
(Bitch, bitch)
Bitch, you know I'm smokin' on fat
Blunts like I got fat lungs (Dope)
USDA approved, get the beef stamped on
(Stamped on, yeah) got introduced the money
That was something to camp on
(Camp on, beep, beep, beep)
And we keep more tools than a pamp boys
(Bang, bang)
Sosa, I ain't on no cool, layback shit
Catch an opp in public and
Shoot him up in traffic
I'ma fuckin' dog, you can ask my last bitch
I don't wife no hoe
Like a football I just pass it
I keep me a Glock and you know I'ma blast it
Me and Sosa spin your block
It's a fuckin' classic
Late night at your crib
It's a fuckin' stakeout
Put that chopper to your face
What the fuck you gotta say now?
Fredo, lately I been in my bag, cuz
Waste him, we takin' niggas out like trash
Cuz dirty monеy
Keep a nigga cleaner than a pastor
You know we, bеfore Christmas get wrapped up
Rascal like buckwheat, trust no one, but me
Your bitch very nasty
Don't think you can pass me
Runnin' to her fastly, S55 classy
Judge tryna trash me, no one really has me
Bitch, I'm coolin' in the trap, bitch
I'm groovin' (What, trap, trap)
Everywhere I go, I got shooters
(Got shooters)
Fredo, Chief Sosa, we keep Rugers (What)
Have your bitch in the studio and do us
(Bitch, bitch)
Bitch, you know I'm smokin' on fat
Blunts like I got fat lungs (Dope)
USDA approved, get the beef stamped on
(Stamped on, yeah) got introduced the money
That was something to camp on
(Camp on, beep, beep, beep)
And we keep more tools than a pamp boys
(Bang, bang)
Catch up, catch up
Glory Boyz, Savage Sqaud shit
Bitch, I'm coolin' in the trap, bitch
I'm groovin' (What, trap, trap)
Everywhere I go, I got shooters
(Got shooters)
Fredo, Chief Sosa, we keep Rugers (What)
Have your bitch in the studio and do us
(Bitch, bitch)
Bitch, you know I'm smokin' on fat
Blunts like I got fat lungs (Dope)
USDA approved, get the beef stamped on
(Stamped on, yeah) got introduced the money
That was something to camp on
(Camp on, beep, beep, beep)
And we keep more tools than a pamp boys
(Bang, bang)
Sosa, I ain't on no cool, layback shit
Catch an opp in public and
Shoot him up in traffic
I'ma fuckin' dog, you can ask my last bitch
I don't wife no hoe
Like a football I just pass it
I keep me a Glock and you know I'ma blast it
Me and Sosa spin your block
It's a fuckin' classic
Late night at your crib
It's a fuckin' stakeout
Put that chopper to your face
What the fuck you gotta say now?
Fredo, lately I been in my bag, cuz
Waste him, we takin' niggas out like trash
Cuz dirty monеy
Keep a nigga cleaner than a pastor
You know we, bеfore Christmas get wrapped up
Rascal like buckwheat, trust no one, but me
Your bitch very nasty
Don't think you can pass me
Runnin' to her fastly, S55 classy
Judge tryna trash me, no one really has me
Bitch, I'm coolin' in the trap, bitch
I'm groovin' (What, trap, trap)
Everywhere I go, I got shooters
(Got shooters)
Fredo, Chief Sosa, we keep Rugers (What)
Have your bitch in the studio and do us
(Bitch, bitch)
Bitch, you know I'm smokin' on fat
Blunts like I got fat lungs (Dope)
USDA approved, get the beef stamped on
(Stamped on, yeah) got introduced the money
That was something to camp on
(Camp on, beep, beep, beep)
And we keep more tools than a pamp boys
(Bang, bang)