Nascardashcar!

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Why in the fuck would you talk
My nigga put you in a hearse
That bitch chattin
Know that she mad as fuck i didn't go pick her first
Hopped in a vert
Went too fast I had to lock in so I do not swerve
She in love
And I hate that bitch I think I know why we differ
Top me up
I cannot go on a date I cannot be seen with her
Flip up a pack
Make all the profit back
I'm finna pull up in new fur
These niggas lame they been on the game all day
These niggas just really some nerds
Flip up a coin my nigga I move with the wind
I think that I gotta defer
Stick go ba-boing
That nigga gone talk on the net
We know that he tryna get hurt
Im just tryna fuck I cannot just love that bitch
I played that lil bitch like a toy

Roll up some za I'm getting too mad my nigga
Im sober i cannot ignore it
What is you doing
I know that you sad lil nigga I'm going up and you just know it
Just made a bag and I'm finna count it up
But I know I'm finna just blow it
Your pockets so sad you know you not making it back
We just spent your shit in a store
I'm finna fly out
I might need a map with that
Im starting to feel like I'm Dora
That nigga a fed he can't get away with that
He just pulled up in a fedora
If you see 12 just put all them bands in the back
We just hopping up in a four door
I know she a bop she just tryna throw it back
I just had to tell her fasho
You don't need a gun like what is you doing with that
You bought that shit just to go show it
I'm just having fun
You niggas can't rap like that
Im finna take over the globe
For when it get cold i just pulled up to Saks
Walked out with a Moncler coat
This bitch no help i just had to pass her off
She don't even know how to roll



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Writer(s): Brandon Douglas
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