Burn Rubber lyrics

[Intro: Joe Moses & Mustard]
Turn it up slow
Lil louder
DJ Official (yeah)
Yeah, JM huh
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Chorus: Joe Moses]
I tell her, burn rubber on a f*ck-n*gga
Ol' pus*y ass n*gga no luck with him
Got a hunnid on bottles, club f*ck with him
Keep dimes on up, no ducks with him
We got, bad b*tches (b*tches), only bad b*tches (b*tches)
Only out at my table (my table)
We're like, "f*ck n*ggas!" (f*ck), "f*ck pus*y n*ggas" (f*ck)
n*ggas mad they ain't able

[Verse 1: Joe Moses, Joe Moses & Mustard]
I'm in a grey Bentley, doin' like a buck fifty
Ten thousand, lookin' like I buck fifty
When the song come on do the ratchet
Keep rubber bands poppin' no practice
Got mollies on mollies, she actin'
But I only f*ck with models and actress'
f*ck n*ggas, f*ck f*ck-n*ggas
We gettin' money, we don't f*ck with you n*ggas
I'm like, burn rubber on a fake b*tch
Your weave ain't right, you a snake b*tch
When the song come on, they gon' hate this
Tell the DJ now b*tch play this
I'm in a drop top Masi with the skirt on the scurt
Lookin' like a "G," I put that on the turf
For whatever it's worth, n*ggas soft as Nerf
And if you ain't gettin' money better go to church, huh
[Refrain: Joe Moses]
Huh
JM, huh
Squad

[Chorus: Joe Moses & YG]
I tell her, burn rubber on a f*ck-n*gga
Ol' pus*y ass n*gga no luck with him
Got a hunnid on bottles, club f*ck with him
Keep dimes on up, no ducks with him
We got, bad b*tches (b*tches), only bad b*tches (b*tches)
Only out at my table (my table)
We're like, "f*ck n*ggas!" (f*ck), "f*ck pus*y n*ggas" (f*ck)
n*ggas mad they ain't able (4Hunnid)

[Verse 2: YG]
I'm like, "f*ck n*ggas, f*ck pus*y n*ggas"
Pussies catch feeling' I don't trust pus*y-n*ggas
Yuck b*tch, you's a duck b*tch
You the type a n*gga see in traffic and duck b*tch
Got a cousin that's rollin', got a b*tch in the Hoovers
My big titty b*tch get me free wings from Hooters
I got Porsches, that got horses
Got the plugs on drugs, n*gga who need sources? Huh!
And I don't like the way you n*ggas act
And I don't like the way you n*ggas rap
And I don't like the way you say you n*ggas trap
But it take a year to pay a n*gga back
And I can put that on e'rythang
VVS diamond, jeweler put that on e'rythang
I'm from where gang-bangin's not an option
He asked me where I'm from
I told him "n*gga, I'm from Bompton!"
n*gga n*gga n*gga n*gga n*gga
n*gga n*gga n*gga n*gga n*gga
n*gga, n*gga n*gga n*gga n*gga n*gga
n*gga, n*gga I'm from Bompton!
[Chorus: Joe Moses]
I tell her, burn rubber on a f*ck-n*gga
Ol' pus*y ass n*gga no luck with him
Got a hunnid on bottles, club f*ck with him
Keep dimes on up, no ducks with him
We got, bad b*tches (b*tches), only bad b*tches (b*tches)
Only out at my table (my table)
We're like, "f*ck n*ggas!" (f*ck), "f*ck pus*y n*ggas" (f*ck)
n*ggas mad they ain't able

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
I'm in a, Greystone on a Sunday
And when your boy hit the club bet they know me
YSL with the motherf*ckin' rollie
And if your girl wanna f*ck better show me
Twenty deep with the motherf*ckin' homies
Got Colony jumpin' on a Monday
Got Supper club going on a Tuesday
I f*ck a basketball wife with a booty
I might, wife the b*tch with a few gifts
Know some Hollywood b*tches who can suck di*k
And if you put them on tape, she'll love it
f*cked a couple big stars, I don't judge it
I'm nasty, I kiss her in public
To keep it real, on God I don't trust it
I'm just thuggin', no lovin'
No roses just f*ck, f*ckin', huh
[Refrain: Joe Moses]
We're like, "f*ck n*ggas! f*ck pus*y n*ggas"
We're like, "f*ck n*ggas! f*ck pus*y n*ggas"

[Chorus: Joe Moses]
I tell her, burn rubber on a f*ck-n*gga
Ol' pus*y ass n*gga no luck with him
Got a hunnid on bottles, club f*ck with him
Keep dimes on up, no ducks with him
We got, bad b*tches (b*tches), only bad b*tches (b*tches)
Only out at my table (my table)
We're like, "f*ck n*ggas!" (f*ck), "f*ck pus*y n*ggas" (f*ck)
n*ggas mad they ain't able