Oill Buccaneers ft. Bizza & Pierre St.Cavalier Lyrics
- Genre:Soul
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
Pulling up at the gas station
I'm feeling some kind of heat
Not only its eighty nine
Some junky head want beef
I ain't got the time
Nor the energy
I left my mask
In my foreign facility
Parking that six hundred
Gas station they don't want it
Looking hard pumping regular
Look around seeing cellular
Taking pics see chicks
Secret twerking Ian working
I ain't Perkins or Malone
Jerry Sloan more like Popovich
Pull the switch
At the counter clerk flirting
Telling me gas on the house
Full tank pull rank
Stupid bitch behind me
Throw shade what a maid
Gatorade Watch your thirst
Left my purse in the nine eleven
Text my reverend
They testing my patience
Keep your cool you know the rule
No school on Saturday
No class is they ass
Idiot test they pass
So let's just ride out
Hide out smoke out
Drink out we out