arthurs and busters Lyrics

Sad thing is, these lil niggas be too smart for the streets man, wanna hop in and shit get stupid, stay in them books, like hey Arthur

Let's go

I be smokin' that official gusher

Makin' more than three figures and most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher

When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason

These niggas get frozen it's custard

Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

I be smokin' that official gusher

Makin' more than three figures

And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher

When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason

These niggas get frozen it's custard

Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

I see the fuck shit from afar, I just don't let it get close

We toting big thirties, we leavin' them scarred, green light the spot then we go

We got this shit from the float, that seven don't work to a O, half a bag it was made from a four

If only you know then you know

My scale battery low, on the hunt for the back of remotes

Comin' through takin' us as a joke

Suicide, no basketball coach, roach after roach after roach

Ashtray dump at the store

I'm not your average Joe

This ain't a casual pole

Sometimes I sit back and think how I did it but hold on

I ain't even done yet

I just might clean up the house and then leave and trap out when my feelings get upset

Pull up on top of the show, bout to roll up the dro while they doin' the sound check

You not the plug, you more like the middle man nigga, I fuck with the outlet

I be smokin' that official gusher

Makin' more than three figures

And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher

When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason

These niggas get frozen it's custard

Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

Let me get that back one more time, uh

You not the plug, you more like the middle man nigga, I fuck with the outlet

Spot with my eye, it's somethin' to pry, her cell phone dry but her mouth wet

Got a lil' old head, drive fast bumpin' that ATalien, OutKast

Shatter these rappers like top glass, once you adapt to the shit then it's not bad

Wipe a nigga nose, get a snot rag, I'm the one cool but my lil' nigga hot head

Not gon' lie, I'm a pothead, roll me a whole backwood while I got head

Bitch I got keys like a locksmith, said that she lookin' for the one and you not him

Lookin' like a perk so we pop him, goin' to the top but came from the bottom

I be smokin' that official gusher

Makin' more than three figures

And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher

When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason

These niggas get frozen it's custard

Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

I be smokin' that official gusher

Makin' more than three figures

And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher

When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason

These niggas get frozen it's custard

Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

Yeah yeah, uh