Burn Rubber Again (Remix)

He a opp, what the fuck I'm gon' fight for?
Shed light on your block with this light pole
Dumb nigga, broke boy, pockets lipo
All caps, you suckin' dick, it's not a typo (ey, ey, ey)

Aye, I got a bitch who gon' fight hoes
Aye, I got a bitch who gon' light hoes
White girl, I got a bitch who gon' wipe nose
You droppin' bread on that head then she might roll

Now look at this clip and look at this stick
From here to Hong Kong, bet a nigga won't trip (low the great)

I just been on my tip, bitch, I can't lose focus, bitch
You ain't see your nigga since the news rolled him
Aye, suicide slam, swing that coupe open, aye
Had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coachin'
Who jokin'? Who foldin'? Nigga, keep your chin up
Hit 'em with that yack, drink that Henn up, I been up
Bitch, just like Tony, leave him holy, I know that nigga owe me

I just been on my shit, bitch, truth be told (truth be told)
Fuck a bitch, nigga, new or old
Cut a bitch quick, I don't play, get a nеwer role (a nеwer role)
Found your day one niggas in the sewer hole

Bust a brick down in a bitch face (a bitch face)
She want dick so I take a brick break
First time, last time any time a bitch late
Bitch, it's Chike, it's the Cult, yeah, the lit way

I just been on my tip, bitch, I can't lose focus, bitch
You ain't see your nigga since the news rolled him
Aye, suicide slam, swing that coupe open, aye
Had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coachin'
Who jokin'? Who foldin'? Nigga, keep your chin up
Hit 'em with that yack, drink that Henn up, I been up
Bitch, just like Tony, leave him holy, I know that nigga owe me

Bitch, it's Almighty, niggas know I be trippin'
Thirty plus three, bitch, I keep Scottie Pippen
Never took no L, all my niggas really winnin'
If the feds snatch me up, bitch, I'll still beat the sentence

Niggas need a fade, then I'll put my gun up
Bitch, I'm finna trip, stomp a nigga in these ones, bruh
Pull up on your block, lil' bro, four to sunup
Hopped out trippin', lil nigga, now we one up

Every nigga with me got guns big as Shaq, hoe
Let him keep his life, but we still took his pack though
All my niggas with me, we gon' hop out and pack bro
Niggas got guns, shit, I'll take his strap, hoe

Bust down my stack, gave a hundred to a bum
Talkin' on they Net, bet they see me and they run
Talkin' 'bout smoke, you ain't never had no gun
So I called up the Cult, snatch your chain for the fun, on the gang

I just been on my tip, bitch, I can't lose focus, bitch
You ain't see your nigga since the news rolled him
Aye, suicide slam, swing that coupe open, aye
Had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coachin'
Who jokin'? Who foldin'? Nigga, keep your chin up
Hit 'em with that yack, drink that Henn up, I been up
Bitch, just like Tony, leave him holy, I know that nigga owe mе



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan H. Smith, Russell W. Simmons, Lawrence Smith, Robert Arthur Ford, Todd Anthony Shaw, James Moore, Damaria Kayshawn Walker
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