Buscemi (Prod by ToneCold & CashBeats365) Video (MV)

These f*ck niggas riffing that shit a disgrace
Them 762s a put him in his place
I roll up the pressure then go out of space
I got what you need when that order get placed
Designer shit only got expensive taste
You aint bout a bag get the f*ck out my face
These niggas is bitches they taking up space
I just filled up my tank nigga who wanna race
Yeah I f*cked yo bitch when you said I was wilding
I shed water yeah I drip a whole gallon
You aint wort shit and you aint got no talent
Niggas mad cus they broke so they violent
I roll up a wood like I saved the environment
Run up a check nigga f*ck a retirement
Unlimited drip I do not need no stylist
Niggas is bitches they acting so childish
I walk in Buscemi and aint shit on sale
I still walk out with a big bag forreal
Wake up in the morning got bags in the mail
I Mason Margiela my slippers forreal
The gas was so cheap you thought it was a steal
Break down a brick on a CR scale
Im smoking that real deal vacuum seal
You niggas aint worth shit ya pockets too frail
I feel like I must go run it up for my team
And Im sellin bags nigga f*ck is you mean
Lights camera action they acting on scene
Lights camera action they capping on scene
Blue Hundreds in my pocket f*ck the green
You niggas in trouble bitch Im the dean
Cash rules everything around me nigga cream
But now I rock Buscemi so Im in breme
Its nothing but solid niggas on my team
Money tall and I ball nigga Yao Ming
I pull up with the gas and Im doing my thing
I stand for the trap its just me and my scale
You broke as f*ck like you just came outa jail
She give me good braid she just came outa Yale
Im strapped on a mission like how could I fail
Im fresh as f*ck and I just got me a sale
You bogus as hell
You know I could tell
Might catch you a shell
For my clientele
I f*ck with the Cartel
They might just leave you stink
Like oh whats that smell
Boy you better think
You aint ready for hell
Im on the interstate I got a truckload
And I don't need no help
Cus Im Cashavelli and I run it up
Did this shit my myself
I walk in Buscemi and aint shit on sale
I still walk out with a big bag forreal
Wake up in the morning got bags in the mail
I Mason Margiela my slippers forreal
The gas was so cheap you thought it was a steal
Break down a brick on a CR scale
Im smoking that real deal vacuum seal
You niggas aint worth shit ya pockets too frail
Everywhere I go exotic my odor
I need a brand new silver star motor
Go tell promoter put me on they poster
My niggas ride with me they pull out the toaster
Nascar driver I don't need a shofar
Mason Margiela feet Gucci my loafers
When you see me Im with the owners
Yeah serve me up proper I wont need no chopper
I got a bad bitch and she a show stopper
When it comes to beef
I got the whopper
Dolce Gabbana you know that Im coppin
I stay with the K call me Osama
Im not new to the game not a runner up
You just don't know my lane ima run it up
I cop drip for my pain just to cover up
Got truckloads with a backend Im pullin up
Bitch I ride with a stack and my bullets tucked
I watch cameras so I see you pulling up
I watch cameras so I see you pulling up
Yeah
I smoke Ether you cant get a feature
Smoking gas and I serve out the bleachers
Gas
You a bitch and I heard you a leacher
Damn unfortunate creature
I walk in Buscemi and aint shit on sale
I still walk out with a big bag forreal
Wake up in the morning got bags in the mail
I Mason Margiela my slippers forreal
The gas was so cheap you thought it was a steal
Break down a brick on a CR scale
Im smoking that real deal vacuum seal
You niggas aint worth shit ya pockets too frail