Boldy James - Burn Rubber lyrics

Aye where we at with it? Aye (Dope in it)
Follow that cab it got dope in it
(Dope in it)
Mr million Dollar Stack (Dope in it)
Follow that cab it got dope in it
(Dope in it) let's get it uh uh, uh

Green like I'm Lil Chicken
Sliding with the thumper
Shut up lil bitch you talking to a dumper
From the O to KC burning the loudest thunder
Turn around, state to state
I feel like a jumper
Thirty thou', give or take
If you tryna stump her
Quick to aluminum foil it
Like I'm Brian Pumper
My niggas die from bussin' juugs
Happen every summer
Tryna find a better plug with a better number
Serving everybody from the hood


Daddy and they mother
Never would've thought of selling drugs
Back when we was younger
Pill cabinet full of Rx (Pints)
In the kitchen cupboard
Free that nigga DJ was just locked
Up with his little brother
Your nigga not a hundred percent hustler
How I use to have him working out
My spot like he was a butler
These niggas peas in a pod
Leeching like a sucker
You treat that nigga like a god
I treat him like a clucker

We getting off
It's game over, balling like the Rucker
I love the bag but can't show
Her how much I love her he feeling frogged
Just half-poling with the cutter
Come get your Wonder Bread
Toasted with the butter
Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter
Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter
Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter
And I pull the chopper out and
Make that mother fucker stutter
What else? (Burn rubber)

What up doe? What's the word with you boy?
Shit, in the booth
Of course, of course, of course
What you doing here with us? Shit, it's on
Uhhhhhh (Burn rubber)
Follow that cab it got dope in it
Gimme about 20 minutes burn Rubber
(Follow that cab it got dope in it) hold up
Yeah I told you it's on all the way
Yeahhh (It got dope in it)

Sharp shooter like a sniper
Never been a swiper on the road
Thumbing through that bag like a hitch hiker
Known to dump them bitches off
Like a shit diaper
Dodge the rain drops don't even
Need no windshield wipers
Alarm screaming step back
Been whipping up that water spout
Like the the Itsy-Bit'sy Spider
Never had a lawsuit with Geoffrey Fieger
I was fucking with them
Blues and them oranges, go get 'em tiger
On sixth and Meyers flip the scrippies
All different prices
Tryna come up on two-fifty
For a liquor license he say he got an MD
What type of 'script he writing?
I ain't gone lie like DZ
I'm on my fifty Tyson
Who set the city on fire?
You know a nigga striking
Like a cobra, out in Minnesota
Playing with them Vikings
Keep pillow talking, loose lipping
Get your shit tightened
Nail a nigga coffin shut for
Doing all that dick biting

We getting off
It's game over, balling like the Rucker
I love the bag but can't show
Her how much I love her he feeling frogged
Just half-poling with the cutter
Come get your Wonder Bread
Toasted with the butter
Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter
Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter
Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter
And I pull the chopper out and
Make that mother fucker stutter what else?

Follow that cab it got dope in it
Follow that cab it got dope in it
(Dope in it)
Follow that cab it got dope in it
Follow that cab it got dope in it
(Dope in it) when I was out in the
Streets hustling and steeling
I I I I made more in one weekend than I
Have made in my entire rap career