CITGO Lyrics by Kenny Mason
Pushin’ up benzo
Pushin’ up crazy, schizo
Push to yo’ CITGO
Pushin’ up lowkey
Lookin but don’t speak
Snitch gon’ put him on info
He pushin’ up daisies
Pushin’ up daily
Nymphos pushed to my crib, ***
If i don’t make it
Ima be lookin’ like AB
When pullin’ a kick-door finna go crazy
Gimme my credit or pay me, hit me on venmo
Ain’t no more zen mode I been on blitz mode lately
Niggas ain’t gave what I been owed I’m in yo’ endzone
Lettin’ my blick show, maybe
I’ll end up takin’ a big score
Where I take it?
That’s where your *** go
Shawty get slimed like the big show, like – oooh-hooo
Runnin’ that money up from the 4 to the 6
I got my one in my *** Ima let it blow if you flinch
I was promised the hunnids and I ain’t going till I get ’em (oooh-hooo)
How many mamas until till they grow when the hits [?]
[?] companies tryna throw me a big sum
Come with the drama you know my bro finna blick sum – oooh-hooo
I know my role and its more VIP than victim
Raised by convicts I talk with conviction
Cough up the cash quick, yup, sip some Vicks up
Jumpman, jugglin’ tools *** all the rules
Got a compact truck on the move ain’t *** to lose
I been working, one in the noon and never snooze
If you won’t give credit that’s due then –
Gimme my cheque
Gimme my cheque, cheque
I want that cheque
Gimme my cheque
Hol’ up
Gimme my cheque, cheque
I want that cheque
Gimme that – fah!
Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three, and Diesel
Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three, and Diesel
Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three, and Diesel
Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three, and Diesel
I don’t pay no mind, cause it’s money all on it
I don’t stay inside, cause the money all goin’
Yeah shawty fine if I gotta pay a fine, I can promise you I’m fine you can tell her how I want it (free)
Makin’ my pockets profit off of the pop hits
That was the plot the prophet said in apartments
Never settle for less, let’s lock in ’till the lock big
Poke ’em with chopsticks until the lock pick, huh
This is who really got a *** back
Bendin’ the flats with a flat, finna bend a cap
Givin’ ’em facts ’cause the fact is niggas cap
Black Atlanta fitted cap, [?] I’m finna clap
Baggin’ out a hitter ’till I pack a bag and send her back
Tryna make a killing ’cause I come from where the killers at
They locked your Cashapp? Hit me when you get it back
They locked the [?]? I’ma walk him where he at
I don’t give a *** about these niggas or they rap ***
I done seen your rap sheet, all I seen was cap ***
Media be pushin’ an agenda every caption
Keep your opinion, matter fact just
Gimme my cheque
Gimme my cheque, cheque
I want that cheque
Gimme my cheque
Gimme my cheque, cheque
I want that cheque
Gimme my cheque
Gimme my cheque, cheque
I want that cheque
Gimme my cheque
Hol’ up
Gimme my cheque, cheque
I want that cheque
I’m talkin’ bout the CITGO
I’m talkin’ bout the CITGO
I’m talkin’ bout the CITGO
I’m talkin’ bout the CITGO