Chief Keef - Citgo lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Citgo lyrics]
It's just us, we don't need nobody
Yeah, yeah yeah, Sosa, baby (yeah)
Said Tadoe off the molly (Tadoe)
He spazzin' out in the party, man (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
I'm Southside, I'll pop out (yeah)
OBlock bring them Glocks out (OBlock)
300 bring them chops out (yeah)
We shoot up your block now (Bang bang)
Fredo bring them Glocks out (Fredo)
Reese bring them crates out (Reese)
I'ma bring them racks out (Sosa, baby)
Make your bitch wanna stay out (yeah)
But don't think she gone get paid now (Nah)
I just like to play round (yeah)
With niggas, I don't play round (Nah)
My boys shoot up the playground (Bang bang)
So please don't get sprayed now (yeah)
Sirens on the way now (yeah)
We can do this all day now (Bang bang)
Shoot you what you say now (Huh?)
I know she wanna come up (yeah)
Cause I got lots of commas (yeah)
Louis and Ferragamo (yeah)
This why I'm so stuck up (yeah)
High off earth, I'm fucked up (Dope)
Bankroll got me puffed up (Beep)
She got a fat ass then you
Know that I'ma fuck her (Bang bang)
Tadoe off the molly (Tadoe)
He spazzin' out in the party (yeah)
GBE the squad (GBE, baby)
Its just us we don't need nobody (Nah)
And these bitches call me Papi (Sosa, baby)
'Cause I gots lots of money (Beep)
It's a O'Block parade (O'Block)
We love drummin' and bitch we coming
(bang bang)
You better love your woman (yeah)
Cause Sosa fuck any woman (Sosa, baby)
These commas steady comin' (Beep)
I turned nothin' into somethin' (yeah)
And I be tired as hell (yeah)
But my dick won't sleep for nothin' (yeah)
And we love getting money (Flll)
I swear we won't sleep for nothing
(Beep, yeah)
See opps, we pull our Glocks out (Bang bang)
Hollow tips pop out (Bang bang)
30 clips stick out (Damn)
Boy, please don't get shot down (Huh?)
On the plug, I'll flood your block out (yeah)
Disrespect my block now (yeah)
Guarantee you get shot down (Bang)
Choppers chop your block down
(Bang, bang bang)
All these bitches know I get dough
(Beep-beep)
Pop a nigga soul like Crisco (Bang bang)
I'm smokin' on the gas like Citgo
(Dope, huh?)
Fat ass on my bitch though (yeah, yeah)
Big rims, on my whips though (Skrr-skrr)
30 clips, all my clips go (yeah, yeah)
You talk a lot but you ain't on shit though
(yeah, yeah)
We let off shots, you 'bout to get hit though
(Bang bang bang)