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Citizens App (Like Bet!) Video (MV)




Performed By: Kenzo Balla
Length: 2:49
Written by: Treyvon Jackson




Kenzo Balla - Citizens App (Like Bet!) Lyrics
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(Treci)
Like, what? (K-k-k on the beat)
Every opp shot
Like, 5z on top
Ah

Alright, bet
They got Kenzo back up on that shit (like, what?)
On my bully, I'm 'ootin', hoppin' out of whips
That's a Sweep, we gon' grab the broom and get 'em spliffed (like, what?)
Like, why they keep dissin'? 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 makin' them hit (ah)
Bendin' blocks, sendin' shots, they gon' scatter (like, what?)
If I'm comin', I'm bringin' my ladder
We tryna put a new opp on the platter (grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Tryna turn a nigga into Casper
They know when we spin, we be causin' 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)

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 smokin'? I'm smokin' on Huncho
Spin the Hill, tryna flock on lil' Bloodie and Roscoe (like, what?)
Tryna split them lil' niggas tacos (like, OYK)
And they know what we do to the Vatos
Real opp spotters known for lettin' shots go
Why these niggas keep droppin' my Makk? (Why they droppin' my Makk?)
Don't they know niggas dyin' for that?
On the lid, tryna drop me a Hat
Get to firin', no, they ain't firin' back (like, ah)
We gon' spin and he itchin', fiendin' for a pack (fiendin' for a pack)
On they block, he be creepin', prayin' that they lack
And I'm still on the 5, I dare a nigga act (dare a nigga act)
Send him up to the sky for thinkin' he on that
Like, what? That nigga 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 uppin' 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 nigga soul
And I'm still super sleezy, bitch, I'm trained to go (ah)
I'm on the sweeps and I'm tryna play ball
Tryna shoot 'til a lil' nigga 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' click on 'em all
Bitch, I'ma flock, no, I'm not tryna brawl
Bean-beans got clapped, left his brains on the halls
Head tap, splatter, his brains on the wall (ah)
Ayo, Ray B, just pass me the tool (like, grrah)
We gon' show these niggas what we do
Up the knocker and knock that nigga out his shoes
Catch a opp-a and put that nigga 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 shit gon' shoot (dead opps)
Know a opp that got hit in his top (got hit in his top)
Flock-flocked him, that nigga dead in a box
Drop-dropped him, he took a couple of shots (took a couple of shots)
Pop-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

Alright, bet
They got Kenzo back up on that shit (like, what?)
On my bully, I'm 'ootin', hoppin' out of whips
That's a Sweep, we gon' grab the broom and get 'em spliffed (like, what?)
Like, why they keep dissin'? 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 makin' them hit (ah)
Bendin' blocks, sendin' shots, they gon' scatter
If I'm comin', I'm bringin' my ladder
We tryna put a new opp on the platter (grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Tryna turn a nigga into Casper
They know when we spin, we be causin' 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)

Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Like, ah
Like, 5z on top
Ah, grrah
Like, what?
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(Treci)
Like, what? (K-k-k on the beat)
Every opp shot
Like, 5z on top
Ah

Alright, bet
They got Kenzo back up on that shit (like, what?)
On my bully, I'm 'ootin', hoppin' out of whips
That's a Sweep, we gon' grab the broom and get 'em spliffed (like, what?)
Like, why they keep dissin'? 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 makin' them hit (ah)
Bendin' blocks, sendin' shots, they gon' scatter (like, what?)
If I'm comin', I'm bringin' my ladder
We tryna put a new opp on the platter (grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Tryna turn a nigga into Casper
They know when we spin, we be causin' 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)

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 smokin'? I'm smokin' on Huncho
Spin the Hill, tryna flock on lil' Bloodie and Roscoe (like, what?)
Tryna split them lil' niggas tacos (like, OYK)
And they know what we do to the Vatos
Real opp spotters known for lettin' shots go
Why these niggas keep droppin' my Makk? (Why they droppin' my Makk?)
Don't they know niggas dyin' for that?
On the lid, tryna drop me a Hat
Get to firin', no, they ain't firin' back (like, ah)
We gon' spin and he itchin', fiendin' for a pack (fiendin' for a pack)
On they block, he be creepin', prayin' that they lack
And I'm still on the 5, I dare a nigga act (dare a nigga act)
Send him up to the sky for thinkin' he on that
Like, what? That nigga 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 uppin' 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 nigga soul
And I'm still super sleezy, bitch, I'm trained to go (ah)
I'm on the sweeps and I'm tryna play ball
Tryna shoot 'til a lil' nigga 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' click on 'em all
Bitch, I'ma flock, no, I'm not tryna brawl
Bean-beans got clapped, left his brains on the halls
Head tap, splatter, his brains on the wall (ah)
Ayo, Ray B, just pass me the tool (like, grrah)
We gon' show these niggas what we do
Up the knocker and knock that nigga out his shoes
Catch a opp-a and put that nigga 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 shit gon' shoot (dead opps)
Know a opp that got hit in his top (got hit in his top)
Flock-flocked him, that nigga dead in a box
Drop-dropped him, he took a couple of shots (took a couple of shots)
Pop-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

Alright, bet
They got Kenzo back up on that shit (like, what?)
On my bully, I'm 'ootin', hoppin' out of whips
That's a Sweep, we gon' grab the broom and get 'em spliffed (like, what?)
Like, why they keep dissin'? 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 makin' them hit (ah)
Bendin' blocks, sendin' shots, they gon' scatter
If I'm comin', I'm bringin' my ladder
We tryna put a new opp on the platter (grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Tryna turn a nigga into Casper
They know when we spin, we be causin' 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)

Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Like, ah
Like, 5z on top
Ah, grrah
Like, what?
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Writer: Treyvon Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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