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citizens app (aight bet) - ktp (producer) & prodbytreci lyrics

[intro]
(treci)
like, what? (k*k*k on the beat)
every opp shot
like, 5z on top
ah

[chorus]
alright, bet
they got kenzo back up on that sh*t (like, what?)
on my bully, i’m ‘ooting, hopping out of whips
that’s a sweep, we gon’ grab the broom and get ’em spliffed (like, what?)
like, why they keep dissing? we don’t know them kids (ah)
check the citizen app, they know we make it lit
we gon’ creep through the back when we ready to blitz (grrah*grrah, boom)
mix the notti with ‘dotty, get a extra kick (like, what?)
all the opps on that block, then i’m making ’em hit (ah)
bend they block, send a shot, they gon’ scatter (like, what?)
if i’m coming, i’m bringing my ladder
we tryna put a new opp on the platter (grrah, grrah*grrah, boom)
tryna turn a n*gga into casper
they know when we spin, we be causing disasters (on bro)
pack ’em, call us the green bay packers (like, what?)
whack ’em, spin off the scene right after (like, grrah)
all the opps know we get active (ah)
[verse]
super sleezy, immaculate way, that’s the motto (ah)
eos, don’t get hit with a hollow
send a shot to his chest just to make sure he die slow (ah)
who i’m smoking? i’m smoking on huncho
spin the hill tryna flock on lil’ bloodie and roscoe (like, what?)
tryna split them lil’ n*ggas tacos (like, oyk)
and they know what we do to the vatos
real opp spotters known for letting shots go
why these n*ggas keep dropping my makk? (why they dropping my makk?)
don’t they know n*ggas dying for that?
on the lam’ tryna drop me a hat
get to firing, no, they ain’t firing back (like, ah)
we gon’ spin and he itching, fiending for a pack (fiending for a pack)
on they block, he be creeping, praying that they lack
and i’m still on the 5, i dare a n*gga act (dare a n*gga act)
send him up to the sky for thinking he on that
like, what? that n*gga tryna get low, so we got on his body, you know how that go
hop out, quick draw when i back out the pole
always upping the score, if you know, then you know
eewee stay with me tryna catch a o, tryna do ’em like dummy, achii, or like glo (like, what?)
zombie tips hit ’em, take that n*gga soul and i’m still super sleezy, b*tch, i’m trained to go (ah)
i’m on the sweeps and i’m tryna play ball
tryna shoot ’til a lil’ n*gga fall
got my own chop, i don’t need to make— like
got my own chop, i don’t need to make calls
that’s a gz, i’m gon’ cl!ck on ’em all
b*tch, i’ma flock, no, i’m not tryna brawl
beans got clapped, left his brains on the halls
head tap, splattered his brains on the walls (ah)
ayo, ray b, just pass me the tool (like, grrah)
we gon’ show these n*ggas what we do
up the knocker and knock that n*gga out his shoes
catch a opper and put that n*gga on the news
call up makk and he ain’t have a clue
he got whacked and he ain’t know how to move
roll up the tidda, mix him with the lou
if i add the lil’ mel, i know that sh*t gon’ shoot (dead opps)
know a opp that got hit in his top (got hit in his top)
flocked him, that n*gga dead in a box
dropped him, he took a couple of shots (took a couple of shots)
popped him, he should’ve had him a knock
when i scream, “eos,” just know every opp shot, if he scream, “ems,” he get flocked on the spot
he get poked, he get shot, he get beat with the chop
ebk, only love for my block and my ‘woks, like
[chorus]
alright, bet
they got kenzo back up on that sh*t (like, what?)
on my bully, i’m ‘ooting, hopping out of whips
that’s a sweep, we gon’ grab the broom and get ’em spliffed (like, what?)
like, why they keep dissing? we don’t know them kids (ah)
check the citizen app, they know we make it lit
we gon’ creep through the back when we ready to blitz (grrah*grrah, boom)
mix the notti with ‘dotty, get a extra kick (like, what?)
all the opps on that block, then i’m making ’em hit (ah)
bend they block, send a shot, they gon’ scatter (like, what?)
if i’m coming, i’m bringing my ladder
we tryna put a new opp on the platter (grrah, grrah*grrah, boom)
tryna turn a n*gga into casper
they know when we spin, we be causing disasters (on bro)
pack ’em, call us the green bay packers (like, what?)
whack ’em, spin off the scene right after (like, grrah)
all the opps know we get active (ah)

[outro]
grrah, grrah*grrah, boom
every opp shot
like, ah
like, 5z on top
ah, grrah
like, what?

- ktp producer prodbytreci lyrics

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