Drakeo The Ruler Eye Busser (feat. Yatta)
[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Ugh, bitch we back up on that shit 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 nigga wildin', he got all eye bussers
Shit, 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 shit
I told niggas the seven-eighteen look like I broke my wrist
Go against the word, my niggas gon' duct tape you
Shoot him in his face, he ain't gotta be pump faking
This nigga blood on my shoes, name these the Freddy Krueger Maisons
Got all these bald head Caillous, shit I would've named 'em Jason
Niggas tellin' and singin', I thought I met Aretha Franklin
The police at my door, I said you gotta be playin'
Ugh, I guess niggas 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 niggas stain kids, ugh
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man you niggas all busters
Please don't run up on the team, I'm with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga we know that you a buster
Please don't run up on the team, I'm with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga 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 bitch, hold those
Bitches 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, nigga ain't that what your bitch 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 bitch up
Went to LA get the plug on the drugs, freeway big bows
In the club, fifty thugs and we finna turn this bitch up
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man you niggas all busters
Please don't run up on the team, I'm with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga we know that you a buster
Please don't run up on the team, I'm with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga we know that you a buster