Chief Keef - Citgo Lyrics

GBE the squad, it's just us, we don't need nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sosa baby
Shit, Tadoe off the molly, he spazzin' out in the party man
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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)
Fat ass on my bitch though (yeah, yeah)
Big rims, on my whips though (skrt, skrt)
30 clips, all my click though (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)

Stand outside, I'll pop out (yah)
O block bring them Glocks out (O block)
3hunna bring them chops out (yah)
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 (yah)
But don't think she gon' get paid now (Nah)
I just like to play 'round (yah)
With niggas, I don't play 'round (Nah)
My boys shoot up the playground (bang bang)
So please don't get sprayed now (yah)
Sirens on the way now (yah)
We can do this all day now (bang bang)
Shoot you what you say now (huh)
I know she wanna come up (yah)
'Cause I got lots of commas (yah)
Louis and Ferragamo (yah)
This why I'm so stuck up (yah)
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

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)
Fat ass on my bitch though (yeah, yeah)
Big rims, on my whips though (skrt, skrt)
30 clips, all my click though (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)

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 got lots of money (yeah)
It's a O block parade (O bock)
We love drummin' and bitch we coming (bang bang)
You better love your woman (yah)
'Cause Sosa fuck any woman (Sosa baby)
These commas steady comin' (beep, beep)
I turned nothin' into somethin'
I be sad as hell (yeah)
But my dick won't sleep for nothin' (yah)
And we love gettin' money
I swear we won't sleep for nothin' (yah)
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)
I'm the plug, I'll flood your block out (yah)
Disrespect my block now (yah)
Guarantee you get shot down (bang, bang)
Choppas chop your block down, yeah (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)
Fat ass on my bitch though (yeah, yeah)
Big rims, on my whips though (skrt, skrt)
30 clips, all my click though (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)