Burn Rubber - Freddie Gibbs

It’s about family and uh, stacking up this paper

That’s what it’s really about, what up?

If I wasn’t rapping, I’d still be doing this old shit here

Y’know, this ain’t nothin' but materialistic

Y’now, knowledge is power

Yeah, straight from the tippy-top

Ghetto nigga flip flop at the Bentley lot

Duffle bag, boy, up on that 250 yacht

Finna rain on these hoes with the drippy-drop

Yeah, ride with the semi cocked

Hit a lick at the bus on the rent-a-cop

They know nigga flip-flop at the Bentley lot

Finna rain all these hoes with the drippy-drop

Nigga, whip the pot, nigga, whip the butter

Finna hop in that foreign and burn rubber

AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka

I might trick a few dollars, but I don’t love her (yeah)

I don’t got time for bitches

Go backstage at my show there’s a line of bitches

Black, Latino and white, it’s all kind of bitches

Nigga, might catch a case, never mind them bitches

Never mind them hoes, never mind them haters

They gon' smile in your face and say «fuck you» later

Grab my fork and my scale and my calculator

You can’t touch me like Hammer, I’m touchin' paper (yeah)

Copped a mansion on the acres, my shit on a mountain so fuck a neighbor

Got my fork and my scale and my calculator

You can’t touch me like Hammer, I’m touchin' paper

Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber

AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka

I might trick a few dollars, but I don’t love her

Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber

AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka

I might trick a few dollars, but I don’t love her

Nigga I don’t love her, nigga I don’t need her

I just K.O.'d that pussy, I’m undefeated

I’m the underground king, nigga Bun beat it

Used to rap with that raw dope in my 2-liter

I still rap with that pot jumping out the speaker

'Bout to hop in that pack, movin' Micheal Keaton

In the Jeep just like Nino, my brother’s keeper

Beat the case, tell them crackas I’m undefeated (yeah)

Thuggin' like Master P, I always feel like somebody be watchin' me

I’m just sellin' it, dawg, get it poppin', leave

Served my first clucker on Carolina street

Put some bread on your head, I can buy the street

I got killas that’s goin' off the powder, G

Drop the top like your ho sloppy-toppin' me

She gon' drop off the dog and then probably leave

I just mixed up half a brick in the blender

Hundred pounds of that stanky boy, crack a window

'Bout to wrap up this shit, where you wanna send em'?

Fuck with killers, drug dealers, they no pretenders

Bet they bury me a G ain’t no pretender

Blowin' dope they smoke up out of tinted Benzes

Daughter never gotta worry about tuition

Bet they bury me, G ain’t no pretender

Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber

AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka

I might trick a few dollars, but I don’t love her

Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber

AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka

I might trick a few dollars, but I don’t love her