Groovin

[Intro: Chief Keef]

Sosa baby

GBE baby

Catch up, catch up

Glory Boyz, Savage Sqaud shit

[Chorus: Fredo Santana & Chief Keef]

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)

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]

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?

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]

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

[Chorus: Fredo Santana & Chief Keef]

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)