Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nascar, artist - Roddy Ricch. Album song Feed Tha Streets II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bird Vision Entertainment
Song language: English
Nascar |
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 |
Ayy, 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, skrrt, skrrt |
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt |