Sinister

Bitch I'm Nascar, who are you?

Bitch my [?], smoking gasoline
I make racks, repeat, while you fast asleep
I'm in Tokyo, my bitch speaking Japanese
Ain't no [?] when I say I got magazines, aye
Killer instinct (Aye)
Off-White, Fendi (Yee)
Bitch I'm Nascar (Who?)
You better listen (Yuh)
That bitch tripping (Okay)
I'm kicking her outta the do'
She loving the dick, she need mo' (Mo')
These fuckers keep jocking the flow
That bitch he talking so crazy I stay by my lonely and worry 'bout mine
Been in my mind so much lately I realized that I am not afraid to die (Alright)
I got all the drugs in the world that you need, I feel like I am Lil Skies (Alright)
Fuck around with me I leave you deceased (Alright)
My demons won't ever leave me in peace (Alright)

Leaving you you dead, all I see red
You are a vest and I aim for your head
Satan in my dreams and this what he said
Nascar a demon, bitch watch where you tread
Boy think he tough, but he be soft like Ted
He think he a demon, I'm the one who he bitin (Okay)
I make her pussy wet like I'm fucking Trident (Okay)
I'm slitting these rappers throats like Attack of Titan
I smoke like exhaust, you hit it once and then you cough
Bitch I'm a star, I walk and she say, "oh my gosh" (Aye)
I am a threat, my music in top charts (Aye)
He claim he a demon, but he soft like Pop-Tart
Minute Maid, Minute Maid, Gucci, lemonade
Anarchy, anarchy, bitch I'm a renegade
Nascar the devil, I do not think you can imitate, and I'm cutting necks so I wonder who I'll eliminate (Bitch)