Chief Keef Citgo Lyrics

Finally Rich Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Love Sosa
  • 2 Hallelujah
  • 3 I Don't Like
  • 4 No Tomorrow
  • 5 Hate Bein' Sober
  • 6 Kay Kay
  • 7 Laughin' to the Bank
  • 8 Diamonds
  • 9 Ballin'
  • 10 Understand Me
  • 11 Hunna
  • 12 Finally Rich
  • 13 Citgo
  • 14 Kobe
  • 15 Got Them Bands
  • 16 Don't Make No Sense
  • [Intro]
    GBE the squad its just us we dont need nobody
    Yea.. yea... yea.. sosa baby
    Said todoe off the molly he spazzing out in the party man
    Yea.. yea..

    [Hook: Chief Keef]
    All these bitches, know I get dough
    Pop a nigga slow like crisco
    I’m smokin on the gas like citgo
    Fat ass on my bitch though
    Big rims, on my whips though
    30 clips, all my clique though
    You talk a lot but you ain’t on shit though
    We let off shots, you ‘bout to get hit though

    [Verse 1: Chief Keef]
    I’m Southside I’ll pop out
    OBlock bring them Glocks out
    300 bring them chops out
    We shoot up your block now
    Fredo bring them blocks out
    Reese bring them crates out
    I'mma bring them racks out
    Make your bitch wanna stay out
    But don't think she gone get paid now
    I just like to play round
    With niggas I don't play round
    My boys shoot up the playground
    So please don't get sprayed now
    Sirens on the way now
    We can do this all day now
    Shoot you what you say now
    I know she wanna come up
    Cause I got lots of commas
    Louie and Ferragamo
    This why I'm so stuck up
    High off the earth I'm fucked up
    Bankroll got me puffed up
    She got a fat ass then you know that I'mma fuck her

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2: Chief Keef]
    Tadoe off the molly
    He spazzing out in the party
    GBE the squad
    Its just us we don't need nobody
    And these bitches call me papi
    Cause I got lots of money
    It's a OBlock parade
    Drop in this bitch we coming
    You better love your women
    Cause Sosa fuck any women
    These commas steady coming
    I turned nothing into something
    I be excited as hell
    But my dick won't sleep for nothing
    And we love getting money
    I swear we won't sleep for nothing
    See opps we pull our Glocks out
    Hollow tips pop out
    30 clips stick out
    But please dont get shot down
    On the plug I'll flood your block out
    Disrespect my block now
    Guarantee you get shot down
    Choppas chop your block down

    [Hook]

    Written by: Keith Cozart, Radoslaw Sobieraj
    Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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