NASCAR
Live from The fucking Living Room Nigga!
Riding in a Fast Car, I feel like NASCAR
Rosa-Veli
Riding in a Fast Car, I feel like NASCAR
See the cops, I sped off...
I broke the damn law
This car wasn't meant to go slow
Hit em with the okie doke
Foot down on the pedal
Like a rocket, finna blast off
Riding in a Fast Car, I feel like NASCAR
See the cops, I sped off...
I broke the damn law
This car wasn't meant to go slow
Hit em with the okie doke
Foot down on the pedal
Like a rocket, finna blast off
In a dodge and I'm switching lanes
This ain't a scat, I'm raising hell
Shift the gear just like my focus
I push the speed to no avail...
NASCAR driving
Feel like Bubba Johnson
I do the dash
Secure the bag... Then hit the gas
I'm never last, we going fast
Bad bitch in the passenger
Yeah we in the challenger
And it's a coupe, sports mode
Bet not challenge us
On the road, yeah I'm traveling
Highway miles we adding them
Car approaching E, we fill up and then
We Back Again
Racing ain't no competition
Line em up, it ain't no winning
Smoke blue on the outside
But the engine rev just like a demon
This Push to start, keys
We don't need em
What's in the back, naw we don't see em
Safety valve, naw we don't need em
See Blue lights, yeah it's time to flee em
Never relax on the pedal
Heavy on the metal
Only time that we brake is while we getting ourselves together
Ain't no monkey in the middle
Bitch we lead the pack...
If I ever lost the lead, best believe
We Getting It RIGHT BACK
Pit stop, grab my double cup
You know what the fuck is up
Get that cherry sprite, mix it with ice and
Add a little mud...
Take a sip, this a long trip
Put my cup down and buckle up
10 percent all the way around
Can't see me when I'm pulling up
Riding in a Fast Car, I feel like NASCAR
See the cops, I sped off...
I broke the damn law
This car wasn't meant to go slow
Hit em with the okie doke
Foot down on the pedal
Like a rocket, finna blast off
Riding in a Fast Car, I feel like NASCAR
See the cops, I sped off...
I broke the damn law
This car wasn't meant to go slow
Hit em with the okie doke
Foot down on the pedal
Like a rocket, finna blast off
Finna Blast off
Yeah Im finna blast Off
Finna Blast Off
You know Ima Blast off
Live From the fucking Living Room
Riding in a Fast Car, I feel like NASCAR
Rosa-Veli
Riding in a Fast Car, I feel like NASCAR
See the cops, I sped off...
I broke the damn law
This car wasn't meant to go slow
Hit em with the okie doke
Foot down on the pedal
Like a rocket, finna blast off
Riding in a Fast Car, I feel like NASCAR
See the cops, I sped off...
I broke the damn law
This car wasn't meant to go slow
Hit em with the okie doke
Foot down on the pedal
Like a rocket, finna blast off
In a dodge and I'm switching lanes
This ain't a scat, I'm raising hell
Shift the gear just like my focus
I push the speed to no avail...
NASCAR driving
Feel like Bubba Johnson
I do the dash
Secure the bag... Then hit the gas
I'm never last, we going fast
Bad bitch in the passenger
Yeah we in the challenger
And it's a coupe, sports mode
Bet not challenge us
On the road, yeah I'm traveling
Highway miles we adding them
Car approaching E, we fill up and then
We Back Again
Racing ain't no competition
Line em up, it ain't no winning
Smoke blue on the outside
But the engine rev just like a demon
This Push to start, keys
We don't need em
What's in the back, naw we don't see em
Safety valve, naw we don't need em
See Blue lights, yeah it's time to flee em
Never relax on the pedal
Heavy on the metal
Only time that we brake is while we getting ourselves together
Ain't no monkey in the middle
Bitch we lead the pack...
If I ever lost the lead, best believe
We Getting It RIGHT BACK
Pit stop, grab my double cup
You know what the fuck is up
Get that cherry sprite, mix it with ice and
Add a little mud...
Take a sip, this a long trip
Put my cup down and buckle up
10 percent all the way around
Can't see me when I'm pulling up
Riding in a Fast Car, I feel like NASCAR
See the cops, I sped off...
I broke the damn law
This car wasn't meant to go slow
Hit em with the okie doke
Foot down on the pedal
Like a rocket, finna blast off
Riding in a Fast Car, I feel like NASCAR
See the cops, I sped off...
I broke the damn law
This car wasn't meant to go slow
Hit em with the okie doke
Foot down on the pedal
Like a rocket, finna blast off
Finna Blast off
Yeah Im finna blast Off
Finna Blast Off
You know Ima Blast off
Live From the fucking Living Room
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