Nascar

(album: Feed The Streets II - 2018)

I just told Richie we rich

Lately I've been speeding in a NASCAR
Sipping the dirty Fanta, I might crash off
Throw these hunnids, made lil' shawty wipe the racks off
Brought the 20 20 out, that's why he mad, dawg
I been passing on these niggas like I'm Brett Favre
Feel like Future, I'm about to take my mask off
Got a bad bitch with me, we pulled off in the NASCAR
Living fast on these niggas like a NASCAR

21 Savage, I just shitted on my ex bitch
Had a threesome with her best friend watching Netflix
These niggas mad 'cause the Rollie on froze
The whole time, she been plotting on the low
Young nigga, I was down bad, came from these trenches
Nigga got a million dollars, made it rain on these bitches
When the feds did a sweep, I lost hope
Remember my uncle in the kitchen, whipping dope
Ayy, had to go and get it, I'm wrapping up them bales now
Ricch is in the city, I'm hopping off the Lear now
Traphouse booming, I went up on the sale now
VVS got the water, I'm swimming like a whale now
V12 niggas, we was living too fast
Niggas pushing work, we was skipping through class
She can't even see me, I'm like Flash on these bitches
Hopping in the Masi', do the dash on these bitches, yeah, yeah

Lately I've been speeding in a NASCAR
Sipping the dirty Fanta, I might crash off
Throw these hunnids, made lil' shawty wipe the racks off
Brought the 20 20 out, that's why he mad, dawg
I been passing on these niggas like I'm Brett Favre
Feel like Future, I'm about to take my mask off
Got a bad bitch with me, we pulled off in the NASCAR
Living fast on these niggas like a NASCAR

I was at Crazy Girls, I had to throw my racks, yeah
I had the section popping, since you wanna pop it, yeah
Once I get it started, I can't even stop it, yeah
All these stripper bitches filling up their stockings, yeah
I had a stripper's thick body in the big body
Had two friends following me in the Maserati
Can't let you cuff that bitch, that's on my dead body
I can bet you 10 bands she gave me head, prolly
I was at Houston's eating that filet mignon
Bitch, I done ran these racks up out the bando on my own
I was in the streets, so that's what I stand for
I can pull strings like I'm playing banjo
You can keep on hitting switches, I'll be in the Lambo
I'ma paint her face in the 'Rarri like Van Gogh
I done hit it from the back, now she sing soprano, ayy
Hop in my two-seater with me, out my Range Rove'

Lately I've been speeding in a NASCAR
Sipping the dirty Fanta, I might crash off
Throw these hunnids, made lil' shawty wipe the racks off
Brought the 20 20 out, that's why he mad, dawg
I been passing on these niggas like I'm Brett Favre
Feel like Future, I'm about to take my mask off
Got a bad bitch with me, we pulled off in the NASCAR
Living fast on these niggas like a NASCAR

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