"Signing Off" lyrics

Haha (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch I'm Nascar, who are you? (ayyy)
(Yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah
Ayy

Bills on me but this ain't no counterfeit ay
Gas in my blunt and it's loud as shit yeah
Where the fuck my mind I think I'm out of it ay
She can't feel her legs when I be pounding it ay
Cap if I'm posted with a bad bitch yeah
Girl you sitting down I stand up like a cowlick uh
Orange juice is in my 40 oz yeah
Water on my neck, but I ain't drowning yeah
Oppa, oppa, oppa
You are like an oppa ay
When I shoot the Glock, he sound like helicopter ay
Yellow hair like Naruto I got the chakra
Do it by my lonely like I'm Speaker Knocker ay
Bitch I rile the leash, she suck on my skeet
They ain't really now they want preacher ay
Hop on the beat and they wanna see
[?] ay
She in the pink, Remind of the D
I take her soul like I'm the reaper ay
Send in the sheet, she doesn't like skeet
I turned her into a believer ay
Woah
Yeah diamonds flosser
I became a boss while you just working by the cost yeah
Hit on the thigh, she on my knee and she trying to talk ay
Bitch, I'm trying to chill then fuck all y'all rappers I'm signing off ay