DJ Mustard - Burn Rubber Lyrics

[Hook:]
I tell her: burn rubber on a f*ck nigga
Old pussy-ass niggas, no luck for 'em
Got a hundred on bottles, club f*ck with him
Keep dimes on lock, no ducks with him
He got - bad bitches, only bad bitches
Only eat her out at my table
We like: "f*ck niggas - f*ck pussy niggas"
Niggas mad they ain't able

[Verse 1:]
I'm in the grey Bentley, doin' like a buck fifty
Ten thousand, lookin' like a buck fifty
When the song come on, do the ratchet
Keep rubber bands popping, no practice
Got mollies on mollies, she actin'
But I only f*ck with models and actresses
F*ck niggas - f*ck, f*ck niggas
We gettin' money, we don't f*ck with you niggas
I'm like - burn rubber on a fake bitch
Your weave ain't right, you a snake bitch
When the song come on, they gon' hate this
Tell the DJ: "now bitch, play this"
I'm in the drop-top Maserati with the skirt on the skirt
Lookin' like a G, I put that on the turf
For whatever it's worth, niggas soft as Nerf
And if you ain't gettin' money, better go to church

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm like: "f*ck niggas - f*ck pussy niggas"
Pussies catch feelings, I don't trust pussy niggas
Yuck, bitch... youse a dumb bitch
You the type of nigga see a trap thick and duck, bitch
Got a cousin that's rolling, got a bitch in the Hoover's
My big titty bitch give me free wings from Hooters
I got Porsches that got horses
Got the plugs on drugs, nigga, who needs sources?
And I don't like the way you niggas act
And I don't like the way you niggas rap
And I don't like the way you say you niggas trap
But it take a year to pair a nigga back
And I could put that on everything
VVS diamond jewels, I'll put that on everything
I could put that on everything
I'm from where gangbangin's not an option
He asked me where I'm from, I told him
"Nigga, I'm from Bompton"

[Bridge:]
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga - vigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga I'm from Bompton

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I'm in a Greystone on a Sunday
And when your boy hit the club, bet they know money
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 goin' on a Tuesday
I'll f*ck a basketball wife with a booty
I might wife the bitch with a few gifts
Know some Hollywood bitches who can suck dick
And if you put 'em on tape, they'll love it
F*cked a couple big stars, I don't judge it
I'm nasty, I'll 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'
(We like: "f*ck niggas - f*ck pussy niggas")
(We like: "f*ck niggas - f*ck pussy niggas")

[Hook]