Freddie Gibbs - Burn Rubber lyrics

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 KO'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