Burn Rubber

[Intro: Boldy James]
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

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
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

[Chorus: Boldy James]
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)

[Interlude: Boldy James & [?]]
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)

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
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-Bitsy 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 M.D., what type of 'script he writing?
I ain't gone lie like D.Z., 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

[Chorus: Boldy James]
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?

[Outro: Boldy James]
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