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

[Verse]
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 in my 40 oz yeah
Water on my neck, but I ain't drowning yeah
Oppa, oppa, oppa
You are like an oppa, 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 buy her the leash, she suck on my skeet
They ain't really now they want preacher ay
Hop on the beat and they wanna see
Bounce on my dick like it's easter, ay
She is a fiend, for vitamin D
I take her soul like I'm the reaper ay
Stain in the sheet, she tasting my skeet
I turned her ass to a believer ay
Woah
Yeah diamond flossin
I became a boss while you just working by the cost yeah
Hand on ya thigh, she in my dm she trying to talk ay
Bitch, I'm trying to chill then fuck all y’all rappers I’m signing off ay