Eye Busser lyrics
by Drakeo the Ruler
[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Ugh, b*tch we back up on that sh*t again
Don't run up on the Stinc Team, somebody gon' get hit again
Drakeo what that mean, I'm with all eye bussers
My young n*gga wildin', he got all eye bussers
sh*t, I'm a lunatic
Don't snake me out my dough, we got long ropes for Judases
Who is this, Drakeo the Ruler be on some stupid sh*t
I told n*ggas the seven-eighteen look like I broke my wrist
Go against the word, my n*ggas gon' duct tape you
Shoot him in his face, he ain't gotta be pump faking
This n*gga blood on my shoes, name these the Freddy Krueger Maisons
Got all these bald head Caillous, sh*t I would've named 'em Jason
n*ggas tellin' and singin', I thought I met Aretha Franklin
The police at my door, I said you gotta be playin'
Ugh, I guess n*ggas ain't playin' fair
Lookin' up to God like please don't let 'em find that K in there
Enrolled in school, I'm like I might just be stayin' here
Just get down and lay down, you know my n*ggas stain kids, ugh
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man you n*ggas all busters
Please don't run up on the team, I'm with all eye bussers
My young n*gga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy sh*t, n*gga we know that you a buster
Please don't run up on the team, I'm with all eye bussers
My young n*gga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy sh*t, n*gga we know that you a buster
[Verse 2: Yatta]
You's a buster, what you actin' tough for bozo?
Say my name in a diss song, get JoJo'd
The draco got a heat sensor, call it po-po
You wanna hold some bucks, hit my nuts b*tch, hold those
b*tches by the bus load, drugs by the boatload
See an opp, duck four, watch him drop, buck more
My brother damn near tipped on the lick, I was stuck though
It's good he doubled back 'cause if he didn't I would've tucked on him
Kick doors, yeah them kick doors got my wrist froze
You wanna flick bro, n*gga ain't that what your b*tch for?
Let the fifth blow, dump the pistol then switch clothes
Glock-23, see through drum look like a fishbowl
I hear these rappers rappin', they actin' like they sick though
Pull up on his ass with that MAC, watch him b*tch up
Went to LA get the plug on the drugs, freeway big bows
In the club, fifty thugs and we finna turn this b*tch up
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man you n*ggas all busters
Please don't run up on the team, I'm with all eye bussers
My young n*gga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy sh*t, n*gga we know that you a buster
Please don't run up on the team, I'm with all eye bussers
My young n*gga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy sh*t, n*gga we know that you a buster