"Nascar" lyrics
(feat. David Lee & Sleazus Bhrist)
Ring, ring, ring, ring, do you hear me callin'
Look at this mess that you just started
I took a perky my soul departed
The reign has started
Now we comin' from the next lane
I grip the drako like a rockstar
Aay, pulling one of my song am sippin' wokka
Aay, in that ten-speed driftin' Nascar
Aay, new rolls royce it goes I named it Casper
I got twelve missed cal8 from my ex-bitch
On a highway, to hell, I know the exit
Aay, pour me up some wokka I feel like stressin'
My T-shirt Cuban Givenchy I be flexin'
Why, are you so obsessed with me girl
Why, are you always stressing me girl
Want me by your side am not the one that you need
I fuck around and break your heart
Am too caught up in these street girls
Ring, ring, ring, ring, do you hear me callin'
Hear that I love you and that am runnin'
I got no keys so I push it started, the race has started
I-I-I been feelin' like a Monalisa [?]
Skrrt-skrrt for these demons
Louie briefcase full of junk
Pull up Nina she could get whatever she wants
Look just what you started I just can't get enough
I seem to be just like a popstar (like a pop star)
Ain't no way for the T-shirt in my droptop
[?] is me and my guap
Had to be racked on me we gettin' Nascar
Ring, ring, ring, ring, do you hear me callin'
Look at this mess that you just started
I took a perky my soul departed
The reign has started
I grip the drako like a rockstar
Aay, pulling ine of my song am sippin' wokka
Aay, in that ten-speed driftin' Nascar
Aay, new rolls royce it goes I named it Casper
Ten-speed in that new lane David Lee
They say life's a game you think you just can play with me
I just messed his insta and gave his soul to stunna G
And tell me to sauce it up and don't give up the sauce
'Cause she ain't free
I grip my AK like a good [?]
Watch my lifestyle just bought her a home for
She wanna take pictures am the hood star
Goodness eat me up what you good for
Shout out to my opps moving cautious
Ring, ring shout out to my opps in the coffin
Fastcar screaming through my hood am from Georgia
Nascar number forty-eight Jimmy Johnson
Number forty-eight Jimmy Johnson
Number forty-eight Jimmy Johnson
Look at this mess that you just started
I took a perky my soul departed
The reign has started
Now we comin' from the next lane
I grip the drako like a rockstar
Aay, pulling one of my song am sippin' wokka
Aay, in that ten-speed driftin' Nascar
Aay, new rolls royce it goes I named it Casper
I got twelve missed cal8 from my ex-bitch
On a highway, to hell, I know the exit
Aay, pour me up some wokka I feel like stressin'
My T-shirt Cuban Givenchy I be flexin'
Why, are you so obsessed with me girl
Why, are you always stressing me girl
Want me by your side am not the one that you need
I fuck around and break your heart
Am too caught up in these street girls
Ring, ring, ring, ring, do you hear me callin'
Hear that I love you and that am runnin'
I got no keys so I push it started, the race has started
I-I-I been feelin' like a Monalisa [?]
Skrrt-skrrt for these demons
Louie briefcase full of junk
Pull up Nina she could get whatever she wants
Look just what you started I just can't get enough
I seem to be just like a popstar (like a pop star)
Ain't no way for the T-shirt in my droptop
[?] is me and my guap
Had to be racked on me we gettin' Nascar
Ring, ring, ring, ring, do you hear me callin'
Look at this mess that you just started
I took a perky my soul departed
The reign has started
I grip the drako like a rockstar
Aay, pulling ine of my song am sippin' wokka
Aay, in that ten-speed driftin' Nascar
Aay, new rolls royce it goes I named it Casper
Ten-speed in that new lane David Lee
They say life's a game you think you just can play with me
I just messed his insta and gave his soul to stunna G
And tell me to sauce it up and don't give up the sauce
'Cause she ain't free
I grip my AK like a good [?]
Watch my lifestyle just bought her a home for
She wanna take pictures am the hood star
Goodness eat me up what you good for
Shout out to my opps moving cautious
Ring, ring shout out to my opps in the coffin
Fastcar screaming through my hood am from Georgia
Nascar number forty-eight Jimmy Johnson
Number forty-eight Jimmy Johnson
Number forty-eight Jimmy Johnson
