Nascar
(专辑: 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 Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt