Kenny Mason - CITGO (Official Visualizer)

Pushin' a benzo

Pushin' up crazy Schizo, push to your sicko Pushin' up lowkey

Lookin' but don't speak Snitch gon' put him on info He pushin' up daisies (Pussy) Pushin' up daily Nymphos pushed in my crib, oh If I don't make it I'ma be lookin' like AB

When pullin' a kick though Finna go crazy Eat, give me my credit or pay me Hit me on Venmo Ain't no more Zimmo I been on blitz mode lately Niggas ain't gave what I been owed I'm in your end zone lettin' my blick show Maybe I'll end up takin' a big score Where I take it?

That's where your bitch go Shawty gettin' slammed like the Big Show

Like ooh-hoo

Runnin' that money up from the four to the six I got one in my gun, I'ma let it blow if you flinch I was promised a hundred, so now I ain't goin' 'til I get, uh Ooh-hoo Hummin' in mumbles until they grow into hits And comin' to companies tryna throw me a big sum Come with the drama, you know my bro finna blick some

Ooh-hoo I know my role and it's more vic' than victim Rags like convicts, I talk with conviction Call for the cash quick, yep, sip some Vicks up Jumpman jugglin' twos, fuck all the rules Got a compact truck on the move, ain't shit to lose I been workin' one in the noon and never snoozed If you won't get credit, that's rude and

Give me my check Give me my check, check I want that check Give me my check Hold up, give me my check, check I want that check Give me that

Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three That's these hoes Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three That's these hoes

Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three That's these hoes Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three That's these hoes I don't pay no mind 'cause the money all on it I don't stay inside 'cause the money all gone

Yeah, shawty fine, if I gotta pay a fine I can promise you a fine, you can tell her how I want it Makin' my pockets profit off of the pop hits That was the plot, the profit set in apartments Never settle for less, let's lock in 'til the lock big

Poke 'em with chopsticks until the lock pick Huh, let's see who really got a nigga back Been in the flats with a gat, finna bend the cap Givin' 'em facts 'cause the fact is niggas cap Black Atlanta fitted cap, back I'm at, I'm finna clap Baggin' at a hitter, tell her pack a bag and send her back Tryna make a killin' 'cause I come from where the killers at They locked your Cash App, hit me when you get it back They locked the Wag app, I'ma walk away, yeah

I don't give a fuck about these niggas or they rap shit I done seen your rap sheet, all I seen was cap shit Media be pushin' an agenda every caption

Keep your opinion, matter fact, just

Give me my check Give me my check, check I want that check Give me my check

Give me my check, check I want that check Give me my check Give me my check, check I want that check Give me my check Hold up, give me my check, check

I want that check

I'm talkin' 'bout the sicko I'm talkin' 'bout the sicko I'm talkin' 'bout the sicko I'm talkin' 'bout the sicko