Nascar

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I just told Richie we rich
 Lately I've been speedin' in a NASCAR
 Sippin' 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 passin' 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
 Livin' fast on these niggas like a NASCAR
 21 Savage, I just shitted on my ex bitch
 Had a threesome with her best friend watchin' Netflix
 These niggas mad 'cause the Rollie on froze
 The whole time, she been plottin' 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, whippin' dope
 Had to go and get it, I'm wrappin' up them bales now
 Ricch is in the city, I'm hoppin' off the Lear now
 Traphouse boomin', I went up on the sale now
 VVS got the water, I'm swimmin' like a whale now
 V12 niggas, we was livin' too fast
 Niggas pushin' work, we was skippin' through class
 She can't even see me, I'm like Flash on these bitches
 Hoppin' in the Masi', do the dash on these bitches, yeah, yeah
 Lately I've been speedin' in a NASCAR
 Sippin' 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 passin' 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
 Livin' fast on these niggas like a NASCAR
 I was at Crazy Girls, I had to throw my racks, yeah
 I had the section poppin', since you wanna pop it, yeah
 Once I get it started, I can't even stop it, yeah
 All these stripper bitches fillin' up their stockings, yeah
 I had a stripper's thick body in the big body
 Had two friends followin' 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 eatin' 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 playin' banjo
 You can keep on hittin' 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 speedin' in a NASCAR
 Sippin' 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 passin' 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
 Livin' fast on these niggas like a NASCAR (Skrrt)
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 Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
 Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
 

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Duration
02:59
Key
9
Tempo
173 BPM

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