Burn Rubber

I gotta make my money double
Robert say the work taste like Honeysuckle
God forbid that they pay me to do it
Police raided the crib
But didn't find the
Money in the window unit
I had to stop drinking coffee
I couldn't stop making master plans
Hand to hands turn
Grams to grands
I was born in the sauce pan
I shoulda played BIG
But it's all gravy
I just bought a laundry mat
Call that bitch The Shady Lady
Hoes give me the side eye like
Tracy McGrady
This shit can get uglier
Than a keloid
Yeah I love to rap
And I'm a d-boy
Designer frames on my face
They thought I was from Detroit
Shout out to Burn Rubber
I hit the yernamean
With the Chamoy
And the tamarind
I don't mean to cause a scene
But the only people I trust
Is my fucking fiends
I accidentally dropped the
And so and so tried to snort it off my jeans
The way the DynaCrack knock a custo face off
I feel like Butterbean
I got more workers than Spacely Space Sprockets
I need some State Property jeans
With the secret pockets
I think I'm Beanie Siegel



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Molina
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