Buscemi

We got the gas on the road
Don’t want to fuck these lil hoes
I want a fucking Rolls
I want Buscemi my toes, I want Buscemi my toes
I want Buscemi my toes, I want Buscemi my toes
I want Buscemi my toes
We got the gas on the road
Don’t want to fuck these lil hoes
I want a fucking Rolls
I want Buscemi my toes, I want Buscemi my toes
I want Buscemi my toes, I want Buscemi my toes
I want Buscemi my toes
Buscemi steppin' when I step out the lot
Money racks, now I look like 2Pac
Moonwalking, now I feel i’m on top
I got yo' bitch, she want to be on top
Ouu, now i’m steppin' in Buscemi
I’m not going to need you before you need me
Versace shades on, these are not 3D
Drum on a .40 look like a (?)
Hey, that reminds me
I’m step in two bands when i’m wearing designer
I cannot see you with my Gucci visor
Got a pint of the Wock, pick it up from the county
I buy for the low and I sell for the highest
But I really drop that bag on designer
Might buy you a Gucci bag if you act right
You know that I got a scope, this a
Nigga know I got a lot of bands keep a rack tucked
Lil nigga say he trappin', but I know he don’t trap right
I know a couple shooters from VA, hit the cat hype
Nigga i’m getting money so don’t tell me how to act like
I’ve been calling Lil Junkie, pull up with a sick shot
Pull up .762 when they shooting out yo' head off
Got a nigga pick the work, but i’m not playin' Ping Pong
Lil shooter on a bike, ima call that nigga JigSaw
Comin' back to yo' hood, Lil nigga this a Spin out
Nigga say he got a vet, shoot a pump then his rib gone
Young nigga catch a blade (?)
Yo man ain’t trapping when i’m shooting off a rim (?)
We got the gas on the road
Don’t want to fuck these lil hoes
I want a fucking Rolls
I want Buscemi my toes, I want Buscemi my toes
I want Buscemi my toes, I want Buscemi my toes
I want Buscemi my toes
We got the gas on the road
Don’t want to fuck these lil hoes
I want a fucking Rolls
I want Buscemi my toes, I want Buscemi my toes
I want Buscemi my toes, I want Buscemi my toes
I want Buscemi my toes