Joe Moses - Burn Rubber lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Joe Moses] I tell her, burn rubber on a f**-n***a Ole p**y a** n***a no luck with him Got a hundred on bottles club f** with him Keep dimes on up, no ducks with him (We got) Bad b**hes, only bad b**hes Only out at my table We're like "f** n***as!" f** p**y-n***as n***as mad they ain't able [Verse 1: Joe Moses} I'm in a grey Bentley, doing like a buck fifty Ten thousand, looking like I buck fifty When the song come on "Do the ratchet" Keep rubber bands popping no practice Got mollies on mollies she acting But I only f** with models and actress' f** n***as, f** f**-n***as We getting money we don't f** with you n***as I'm like, burn rubber on a fake b**h Your weave ain't right you a snake b**h When the song come on they gone hate this Tell the dj "now b**h play this" I'm in a drop top mazi with the skirt on the scurt Looking like a "G" I put that on the turf For whatever it's worth n***as soft as Nerf And if you ain't getting money better go to church Huuh (better go to church) [Hook] [Verse 2: YG] I'm like, "f** n***as" f** p**y-n***as Pussies catch feelings I don't trust p**y-n***as Yuck b**h, you's a duck b**h You the type a n***a see in traffic and duck b**h Got a cousin that's rollin', got a b**h in the hoovers My big titty b**h get me free wings from Hooters I got Porsches, that got horses Got the plugs on d** n***a who need sources? Huh! And I don't like the way you n***as act And I don't like the way you n***as rap And I don't like the way you n***as rap And I don't like the way you say you n***as trap, but it take a year to pay a n***a back And I can put that on everything VVS diamond, j**eler put that on everything (I can put that on everything) I'm from where g**nings not an option He asked me where I'm from I told him "n***a im from bompton!" n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a, n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a, n***a im from bompton! [Hook] [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**ing rollie And if your girl wanna f** better show me Twenty deep with the motherf**ing homies Got Colony jumping on a Monday Got Supper club going on a Tuesday I f** a basketball wife with a booty I might, wife the b**h with a few gifts Know some Hollywood b**hes who can s** dick And if you put them on tape, she'll love it f**ed 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 thugging, no loving No roses just f**, f**ing Huh [Hook}