Rubber burnin', turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo
Rubber burnin', turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo
A drop top, flip flop, shine that's the chrome glow
Blowin' 'dro on twenty-fo', livin' how the song go
Rubber burnin', turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo
Rubber burnin', turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo
A drop top, flip flop, shine that's the chrome glow
Blowin' 'dro on twenty-fo', livin' how the song go
Rubber burnin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we keep that
Rubber burnin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we stuntin'
Drop top, flip flop, shine that's the chrome glow (Dipset)
Blowin' 'dro on twenty-fo', livin' how the song go (Santana, aye)

Straight off the lot's how I get mine, pick mine
Car clean lookin' like it just been spit shined
24-inches on his rims big
'Bout the size of a two year old kid (ya dig?)
Plus, U-turnin' in that S550
Look like I'm U-turnin' in a jet
Why did he do that?
When he just came through
Why did he come back?
I'm just frontin' how you, how you?
Diva on my side while the tires burnin', I be burnin'
I'm schoolin' these niggas that's what you call higher learnin'
So listen up grab a chair, have a seat
Crack a beer, smoke a blunt
Watch me the captains here
Louis Vuitton sneaks on the pedal
Do a hundred for a mile like my feet went to sleep on the pedal
And no longer am I gonna pop tags off my clothes
Dudes need to know I spent big cash on my clothes
No cash on my hoes, just pass all my hoes
To my niggas let 'em hit it then they get passed on some mo'
Got my system warmed up and it's rattlin' the trunk
Niggas know how I get down they just glad it ain't the pump
Bangin'

Rubber burnin', turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo
Rubber burnin', turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo
A drop top, flip flop, shine that's the chrome glow
Blowin' 'dro on twenty-fo', livin' how the song go
Rubber burnin', rubber burnin'
Drop top, flip flop, shine that's the chrome glow
Blowin' 'dro on twenty-fo', livin' how the song go (yeah)

I can't feel my face
Cocky in the coupe but they love it
Sittin' on buttons, a pair of twenty-somethings
Tires so skinny like I'm sittin' on nothin'
Leather so soft like I'm sittin' on muffins
Beatin' up the block knockin' pictures off the wall
Baby, I can drop the top and we can talk to the Lord
And you know I got the stash spot, not
'Cause where I'm from you need your gats out, and cocked
Yeah, back out the driveway spoiler bangin'
I'm shittin' on 'em need toilet trainin'
A big baller can't guard me baby, I mean it
Why the girls gotta double team me?
Sittin' sideways yeah I'm leanin', I go hard
Twenty G's in each back pocket 'case I fall
I'm stuntin' check my past I get that cash
In the Phantom with Louisiana plates on my ass

Rubber burnin', turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo
Rubber burnin', turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo
A drop top, flip flop, shine that's the chrome glow
Blowin' 'dro on twenty-fo', livin' how the song go
Rubber burnin', rubber burnin'
Drop top, flip flop, shine that's the chrome glow
Blowin' 'dro on twenty-fo', livin' how the song go

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, LaRon Louis James