Nascar (feat. Robbie Goldd, $iTC Woodz & $iTC Joe)

Like go niggas wanna race hit the gas like go
Get up in the booth hit the nascar flow
Ay, Ay
I hit the nascar flow
Ay, ay, ay
Like go niggas wanna race hit the gas like go
Get up in the booth hit the nascar flow
Ay, Ay
I hit the nascar flow
Ay, ay, ay

I hit the nascar flow now all these niggas wanna copy me
Big drip on me I know these bitches out here watching me
They got no aim, but still I gotta keep this glock on me
$ITC woodz my nigga said come shop with me
Doing the dash with your bitch
Only reason she feel special cause I let her take a pic
Ay, look, too many hoes who do I pick
Need a mexican mami to do the nasty on my dick
To all my niggas make a toast, got these sad hoes hatin' cause bitch we really do the Most
Aye, Look
To all my niggas make a toast, got these sad hoes hatin' cause bitch we really do the Most
Like Go

Like go niggas wanna race hit the gas like go
Get up in the booth hit the nascar flow
Ay, Ay
I hit the nascar flow
Ay, ay, ay
Like go niggas wanna race hit the gas like go
Get up in the booth hit the nascar flow
Ay, Ay
I hit the nascar flow
Ay, ay, ay

Walked up in the party yanno that I'm bussin'
Hit the gas on the V8 glock on me I'm clutchin'
That's yo bitch with me right now I feel bad that you cuffin'
SITC At the Function an we got this shit jumping
Shake that ass, roll my blunts, Pour me up till it's muddy
Hold the strap, Don't you front, Use yo bitch for the stuffin'
I'm the man, We ran it up, All I know is Roadrunnin'
She throw it back get my script I bet she won't tell you nothing
She suckin' me up in the front
Dawg gettin' top in the back
Jay on top of the hill
The gang we be hittin' these Gnats
Sit it right on my lap
Yo bitch been gon all night you wonder where she at
We Somewhere in the city an she don't wanna come back

Like go niggas wanna race hit the gas like go
Get up in the booth hit the nascar flow
Ay, Ay
I hit the nascar flow
Ay, ay, ay
Like go niggas wanna race hit the gas like go
Get up in the booth hit the nascar flow
Ay, Ay
I hit the nascar flow
Ay, ay, ay

Ian tripping bout shit except getting my next high
I can't even say I'm scared of death a couple times I've almost died
All dis gas I'm smoking bitch my lungs is really fried
N bitch don't ask me who I am cause you know that I'm that guy
I like a freaky bitch I can tell when she lie
How could I lose wit all my people on my side
I wanna party dese hoes wanna drink
We finna get lit me n Woodz jus pop another pink
Ima do it how I want don't give a fuck bout watchu think
She show me her talents every time we link
I had dreams of ballin' in the nfl
Somewhere in the city tearing up the city bitch we raising hell
Self made so I don't need no help
I'm on a mission tryna be the best like Michael Phelps
Turnt at the party, she not leavin
Drunk as fuck for no reason
Shorty on the blunt an she chiefin'
Ima always represent my city denver where I'm from
Shoutout don't shoutout sheffy niggas know jus how we come

Like go niggas wanna race hit the gas like go
Get up in the booth hit the nascar flow
Ay, Ay
I hit the nascar flow
Ay, ay, ay
Like go niggas wanna race hit the gas like go
Get up in the booth hit the nascar flow
Ay, Ay
I hit the nascar flow
Ay, ay, ay



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Sierra
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