Drakeo The Ruler – Hood Trophy Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I like this type of shit, perkies no Vicodins
Gone out my mind again
Bambino out flockin’ in the coupe, he like the ISIS head
Mister don’t blind me, serve sorry but I’m kind of slurring, The Ruler
I do this often
Don’t sneak diss me nigga, you’ll be married to a coffin
Came from Bally Total Fitness, you would think I went jogging
I’m all about my offer, man these niggas just jawsing

[Chorus]
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me

[Verse 2]
Yes indeed these niggas know me, Mr. f**kin’ Mosley
Watch how you approach and we ain’t finna beef on social
The media won’t know if you gon’ breathe again, the demon’s head
Walkin’ with the Neimans bag, that’s where I keep my secrets at
It’s hotter than hell’s kitchen, Longstocking when I’m whippin’
I got kamikaze visions, on the block where it’s relentless
These niggas choosin’ when they picking, I refuse to be that nigga
Double cup, sippin’ mud, dodging school and detention
Stinc Team, got my whiskers, in the public I’m a figure
Budweiser, got the brewski, I’ma shoot it ’til it’s empty
Broke bitches I won’t pity, Bin Laden, I need plenty
They all big banc uchies a nigga gettin’

[Chorus]
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me

[Outro]
See it’s like, we sippin’ mud and all that. This a hood trophy, we got Act and all that. You already know I done did that, I done had the coupe, steal your coupes, all that. it’s crazy, hood trophy. Bust down Rollie, that’s for sure a hood trophy. All that nigga, ten chains on me like my neck hurt like boy I hope my jewelry is a pound type shit, like, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
F&N’s, and Dracos and all that, before niggas even knew what Dracos was, before these niggas was screaming my name in all they raps and all that. But I’m free, yeah. Tell these niggas stop sneak dissing me. We not with the social media shit, what I say is a catalogue of caskets, pick and choose. Dead

Drakeo The Ruler – Pippy Long Stockin Lyrics (feat. Ketchy The Great & Ralfy The Plug)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
It’s the Ruler
I know I’m a problem
2-2-3 shells if I see red and Robin Hood
Venus and Serena, all the diamonds up on my neck
I mud walked through Barneys but in Neimans I dropped a check
Hating ass nigga, faking ass nigga
Always staring at my table ass nigga
Get some money, niggas funny, I pegged him, Al Bundy
I’m riding with antique silverware on the lunch tray
The road, Willie Nelson, you baby boy, Melvin
Up in hell but it’s cold tryna hard rock with Elvis
Presley, don’t test me, this modified XD
Just let the birds fly, we finna slaughter the messenger
Money on my mind, head tats like a Mexican
My wrist named me the president, niggas ain’t pressing
Shit sippin’ on this mud, lord said it’s my destiny
Niggas wanna step to me, flu flamm, dead on scene

[Verse 2: Ketchy the Great]
Niggas politicking, they get dropped for Twitter mentions
Dropping shells on his block and hit his mom and see the witness
Droppin’ Wock in my pop, when I bop I take prescriptions
Hear the rubber band pop on my knots, I just hit a lick
Stop it with the scheming, Stinkies have you screaming in a ditch
Knock a nigga’s dreads off for talking like a bitch
Heavy metal, rock and roll, I might knock at the moshpit
In a mansion backyard feeling like a locksmith
I’m robbing, I’m ’bout more green than a goblin
If I go broke, shit I’m serving my bitch tonsils
Clown ass niggas remind me of Willy Wonka
Drakeo got the Draco, ’bout to get rid of the politics, gang

[Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug]
Stinc Team, it’s the flu flamm bleed team
Ding dong ditch, nobody’s home, we finna bleed the scene
Door knock, it’s the front door, stove popper
Climb through your window like the Grinch, f**k your Christmas
Flu flamming, snatching presents off your wishlist
Got niggas mad, all in they feelings, having bitch fits
Pouring up fours, got they hoes tryna lick dick
Please don’t run up on me or we gon’ flip shit
Moncler coat ’cause it get cold in the winter
Niggas ain’t getting no dough, they pretending
Bust down, bust down, I know you see my neck froze
Bitch come f**k with a P, we can get dough, the Plug

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Longstocking, Longstocking
Pippi Longstocking nigga
Longstocking, Longstocking
Pippi Longstocking, Pippi Longstocking
Longstocking, Pippi Longstocking
Nigga Longstocking
Longstocking

[Outro: Drakeo The Ruler]
I’ma air this bitch out. They be talking like, nigga they be talking like they want that nigga, like nigga I talk like nigga. Nigga talk like stand on the ropes like they goin’ Hulk Hogan nigga. Pippi Longstocking, hanging out, showboating nigga. Yeah, all that. Niggas want to jack the lingo and all that, you gotta switch it up. You know, shanaynay, Pippi Longstocking, and all that. Nigga just knocked down Golaith and whoever. Debo, nigga just knocked down Brad, nigga all that nigga. Nigga you heard what I said? Boy keep a chopstick and all that for bullies nicknamed Brad and all that nigga. f**k you thought you was Suge or something nigga? Nigga, any nigga I talk to they’ll be like nigga
Longstocking
Longstocking
Pippi Longstocking
Longstocking
I had to shut the show down, bitch

Drakeo The Ruler – Roll Bounce Lyrics

[Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch
You pussy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch

[Verse 1]
Listen lil nigga, life is like a game of chess
It’s Pippi Longstocking and it’s in the F&N
Benjamin Franklin ain’t never been your friends
We standing on the table, you can tell who got the bands
A flu flamming nigga, I ain’t never been a scammer
I rock out in Givenchy when i’m playing heavy metal
Off a five and a perc, got me dancing with the devil
Want the demon, get the shovel, you be lyin’ to these cameras
Tag Rolex with the forces, you on fake lean busters
My next seat walking, you’ll be dead, keep talking
Niggas in these bets, it’s a mystery to find ’em
I’m flu flamming diamonds, got ’em from another climate

[Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch

[Verse 2]
Let me know somethin’, I ain’t playing
Step up in the function, damn this lighting is amazing
Scuff marks on my shoes, I’m flu flamming in these Maisons
I told her, “If you love me, baby, show me with a payment”
Two milli on my views, I freestyled on “Impatient”
That’s Drakeo and the Stinc Team, god they’re amazing
Need cash money baby, I’m codeine crazy
Niggas wanna play, brains plastered on the pavement
Attention ain’t here, well this is history in the making
Talking igloos on my neck when I’m skating
A blizzard on my neck, damn baby can you take it?
Nickname me Mr. Maison, damn

[Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch
Pussy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
It’s roll bounce on my neck bitch

[Outro]
Nigga all this shit regular
I been doin’ this like, nigga it been like
Disco balls, diamonds dancing and all that nigga
I’m talkin’ about, like roller skating, like rollllllll, bounce
Know what I’m talkin’ about
Like damn baby, I’m like turn that LED light off
Like that motherf**ker was just
Boom ba, boom ba ba ba, foo flam, fo flam, oh ooh, ooh bam
You hear me?
I told her, roll bounce on my neck bitch

Drakeo The Ruler – Ugh Lyrics

[Intro]
They like Drakeo you a fool, what the f**k you need them stockings for?
Keep the heavy metal just in case I gotta rock and roll, pussy
I’m not with all that poppin’
‘Cause F&N will turn them Timbers into some moccasins

[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge?
That chopper make him go ugh
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge?
That chopper make him go ugh

[Verse 1]
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge?
When shit start flippin’ cars then I guess it’s understood
Mr. Mosely, tell these niggas stop posin’
‘Bout to turn me to the old me
Shit I don’t think they want that
I’ll start shootin’ where your dome at
Grimy, shiesty, niggas wonderin’ where the chrome at
Go ‘head, nah bitch I ain’t your broham
Brewsky tucked just in case I got to blow hams
Niggas actin’ crazy with that petty ass four bands
My niggas will fold ’em, on beats I’m Hulk Hogan

[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge?
That chopper make him go ugh
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge?
That chopper make him go ugh

[Verse 2]
Ugh, yeah ugh
Pull out that chopper, all of a sudden he Meagan Good
Now what’s happenin’, man these niggas just rappin’
Know that six-fifty with the fender bender get to smackin’
Know I’m reckless, the Stinc Team with the extras
Had to bye-bye blade ’em until these niggas get the message
Stinky chinky, just put me in another minky
Damn near broke my wrist, you niggas know my shit blingin’
What you sayin’? man these niggas just playin’
Hog tie Moses’ cousin and my niggas ain’t playing
Revelations, the end times is what I’m thinkin’
‘Cause Drakeo’ll leave you brainless, ugh

[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge?
That chopper make him go ugh
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge?
That chopper make him go ugh

[Outro]
Ugh, you know what time it is nigga
This number two right? shit nigga, sheesh
I guess it’s me huh
Niggas actin’ like yeah, like shit I’m not gon’ black or somethin’ nigga
Stop playin’, this number two, ugh

Drakeo The Ruler – Mayday Lyrics (feat. Philthy Rich)

[Intro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Shit nigga
I guess they made number two, huh

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Bitch I’m from the Stinc Team, bleed team, ring ring, ding ding
Actin’ like I ain’t kick down your door in a mink thing
Ling ling, B thing, nigga it’s a chink thing
Buddha ’round my neck because it means things, ching ching
Cold devil, ice chilly huh
Runnin’ in these Christians, still lookin’ like a million
Talkin’ like he wanna rob me, nigga silly billies huh
He a stoner so I guess I gotta stone him
Or sniper his ass, I’m Eric Donor, I’m on it
Ugh, yeah ugh
Get shot in your face for thinkin’ you Suge
We the new bullies, and you ain’t seen the new boogers?
Should get chastised ’cause I’m a foolie nigga
I ain’t no rookie, I’ma show you how to do this
Front door poppin’, you see the two liter rollin’ (shit nigga)

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Mayday, man down, yell mayday
This F&N hold Shanaynay
Pussy nigga mayday, man down, yell mayday
This F&N hold Shanaynay
Pussy nigga mayday, man down, yell mayday
This F&N hold Shanaynay
Pussy nigga mayday, man down, yell mayday
This F&N hold Shanaynay, another man down

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Pull up, park, bounce out
Nigga you drivin’, you watch out
Keep the engine runnin’, I’ll be right out
If they send me to the county I’ll be right out
If it ain’t valuable you better leave it
Any false moves nigga, bet I leave it
For ten summers strong, runnin’ my region
Hot boy, five hundred degrees, no fever
My niggas havin’ things, yeah free Celly
Sixty inch flatscreen, I think he wanna sell it
A thick bitch from Inglewood at the roach telly
She got an eight of old Tech but she ain’t tryna sell it
Fix some last money like rent eight
My bitch down on the track on a rainy day
I made a million dollars on some [?]
Black Mack got a brick, he ’bout to pour it up, it’s Philthy

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Mayday, man down, yell mayday
This F&N hold Shanaynay
Pussy nigga mayday, man down, yell mayday
This F&N hold Shanaynay
Pussy nigga mayday, man down, yell mayday
This F&N hold Shanaynay
Pussy nigga mayday, man down, yell mayday
This F&N hold Shanaynay, another man down

Drakeo The Ruler – Shoot A Baby Lyrics (feat. Ralfy The Plug)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Uh, if you don’t like it then slice your wrist
This the type of shit that set off brawls with hockey sticks
Shred gang, nigga turn them Timbs to some moccasins
So many bodies on his gun, made number one on the ahkies list
How your wrist broke but you ain’t got no diamonds, you lyin’ bitch
Talkin’ about you gettin’ it but I ain’t seen a dime you spent
You broke, how you gon’ rob me, you ain’t even got common sense
Stinc Team in the building, guess this when bitches find they rent
In the 650 coupe, finna get rid of the politics
That’s a five and a twenty, best believe I’m out of it
Put that draco down Drakeo, you ain’t even think about the kids
Killer season nigga, even babies get shot to death
Rozzy on the line with a baby hung by his leg, it’s regular
Young and reckless, you get the message
Dunk a four in a one like I was pourin’ a TEC fish
Shit, ain’t sense of blasphemey, hangin’ niggas for stressin’, uh

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man nigga stop playin’
You think this Prezi worth your life, then nigga go ‘head and take it
Killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby
Niggas always in my ear, they tellin’ me I’ma make it
I sense any sense of blasphemy, hit a nigga with draco, shit
Got killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby, shit
Got niggas all up in my ear, they tellin’ me I’ma make it
I sense any sense of blasphemy, hit a nigga with draco
Killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
So you really think you crazy?
Got killers on standby, ready to kill a baby
They crazy, load up clips and start sprayin’
Shootin’ jaws like Steven Spielburg, we ain’t playin’
It’s a movie bitch, got movie clips for lames
We do this shit and shootin’ shit with aim
It’s a massacre, diamonds imported, came from Africa
It’s a task to us, come to close then that MAC get bust
Niggas think they cool ’til they baby and man get touched
Play me like a fool, feed his noodles to grams for lunch
Killers down with ISIS, they be movin’ with turbans on
Rebuking nigga’s troops, tryna snoop then curves get thrown
Killers down with ISIS, they be movin’ with turbans on
Rebuking nigga’s troops, tryna snoop then curves get thrown
Better cuff your bitch ’cause when I’m here it’s a nervous zone
Silly billy who, niggas know that I got a stone, the Plug

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man nigga stop playin’
You think this Prezi worth your life, then nigga go ‘head and take it
Killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby
Niggas always in my ear, they tellin’ me I’ma make it
I sense any sense of blasphemy, hit a nigga with draco, shit
Got killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby, shit
Got niggas all up in my ear, they tellin’ me I’ma make it
I sense any sense of blasphemy, hit a nigga with draco
Killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby, shh

Drakeo The Ruler – 10 Chains Lyrics

[Intro]
Man y’all niggas out here
Ten chains on, bitch my neck hurt
Yeah, just know the Stinc Team ain’t own nothin’ under twenty-one K, yeah
Sheesh, I guess that’s me huh, ugh
Shit I’d hate me too

[Chorus]
Tired of wearin’ ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
And no they ain’t 10K, mister expert
You can watch me as I switch lanes, come and catch me
‘Cause when you mister get dough, it gets messy
I’m tired of wearin’ ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
Call me mister ten chains, bitch my neck hurt

[Verse 1]
Bitch my neck hurt, but that was on another song
Bitch the battle the grammies like can we all get along
Reach for these grammies right here then your family be mourning
Feelin’ down so I guess I’ll get some top in the morning
Hit his bitch with ten chains, I’m feelin’ important
Pourin’ fives to the face, I feel the pop in my organs
Mister important, rob me, these niggas snoring
Ben Cannon drum line and them hostages Norbit, okay
Pops on my knots, damn, holes in my socks, damn
Pussy nigga rob who? mayday, yeah man down
Pops on my knots, damn, holes in my socks, damn
Pussy nigga rob who? mayday, yeah man down

[Chorus]
Tired of wearin’ ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
And no they ain’t 10K, mister expert
You can watch me as I switch lanes, come and catch me
‘Cause when you mister get dough, it gets messy
I’m tired of wearin’ ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
Call me mister ten chains, bitch my neck hurt

[Verse 2]
Ugh, shit I guess that’s me huh
I been getting money with a safe since knee high
Hittin’ gates in Margielas, can keep the Reeboks
Rob who? I’ll have niggas doin’ the beatbox
I’m a heathen, you broke then I don’t need you
I’m cold, I got a fever, was told I need Jesus
Told that I’m a genius, you stoned touchin’ my pictures
Too poured, Evel Knievel, just passed another demon
Talkin’ ’bout that’s his girl but she swallowin’ semen
See you creepin’, I don’t think you wanna three
Bitch this F&N break through cars and people
This ten chains done turned me into a demon

[Chorus]
Tired of wearin’ ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
And no they ain’t 10K, mister expert
You can watch me as I switch lanes, come and catch me
‘Cause when you mister get dough, it gets messy
I’m tired of wearin’ ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
Call me mister ten chains, bitch my neck hurt

Drakeo The Ruler – Condone It Lyrics (feat. G2)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Talkin’ to God but yet the devil in the red
Drink so hard it’s kinda hard to steer the wheel
Bitch chill, I know they’re behind me
I hang my wrist out the window, shit it just might blind ’em
Goin’ ninety, but we be goin’ to sixty
I threw the bitch in sports mode to get me out in a jiffy
So specific, they like Drakeo a menace
The head bobber, shit the Stinc Team has entered the building
Too poured, they say I’m out of control
This pointer cost thirty and it ain’t even gold
Don’t talk bold, ’cause you know billy be trippin’
And did I mention Maison Jeter just entered the building?
I mean I’m gangster, but you should already notice
Nickname me the deep freezer ’cause my outfit the coldest
Don’t try to clone it, shit I wouldn’t condone it
We hit the strip thirty thick and start tossin’ up boulders

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Don’t try to clone us, I don’t condone it
We up out tossin’ boulders, we could do this ’til the morning
Just to see who money longer, but shit I really don’t condone it
Please don’t try to clone us, I don’t condone it
We up out tossin’ boulders, we could do this ’til the morning
Just to see who money longer, but shit I really don’t condone it
Please don’t try this at home, I don’t condone it
Please don’t try this at home, I don’t condone it

[Verse 2: GMG G2]
Since fifteen I been ridin’ around gettin’ it
Lookin’ up to the druglords, gettin’ letters from prisoners
Focused, I’m on a mission, I’m only chasing these benjis
These niggas, they can’t offend me, don’t care if niggas befriend me
My nigga I need a milly, got dreams of rollin’ in Bentleys
That forty bulging on Timmy, I’m shootin’ it ’til it’s empty
Them shots is louder than hemis, I’m hungry, I’m eatin’ Benis
See Timmy with 2 Greedy, I need it, I’m too needy
Blue benjis at new Chilis, stop hatin’, the crew with me
Try somethin’, got tools with me, I’m smokin’, got kush on me
I’m smellin’ like kush only, don’t need it but lean on me
I’m pourin’ the fours only, yeah please don’t try to

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Don’t try to clone us, I don’t condone it
We up out tossin’ boulders, we could do this ’til the morning
Just to see who money longer, but shit I really don’t condone it
Please don’t try to clone us, I don’t condone it
We up out tossin’ boulders, we could do this ’til the morning
Just to see who money longer, but shit I really don’t condone it
Please don’t try this at home, I don’t condone it
Please don’t try this at home, I don’t condone it

Drakeo The Ruler – Eye Busser Lyrics (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