Nascar
I'm a trailer park trap star, yeah
Got chickens in the trunk and in the backyard, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roadrunners like a track star, yeah
Send my lil' ones do the dash like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rusty Wallace, we some track stars, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Small town Scarface, high speed car chase
Aint goin' back to jail, don't wanna see my mama's heart break
Hillbilly hustlers, you know what the fuck's up
Dirt road drillers send them killers bout them bucks, yeah
Living with Faith just like I'm Tim McGraw
Grizzly's what I'm dipping on
Shakin' and bakin', I'm a chemist, yall
That whiskey's what I'm sipping on
Shawty, she hate that I'm a criminal, I'm savage, I'm a seminole
But she know that I love her 'cause I took her off that stripper pole
I just put a cowgirl in Chanel, yeah
Baby, we them cowboys from hell, yeah
We the Floribama Cartel, yeah
I say hell yeah
I'm a trailer park trap star, yeah
Got chickens in the trunk and in the backyard, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roadrunners like a track star, yeah
Send my lil' ones do the dash like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rusty Wallace, we some track stars, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got chickens in the trunk and in the backyard, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roadrunners like a track star, yeah
Send my lil' ones do the dash like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rusty Wallace, we some track stars, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Small town Scarface, high speed car chase
Aint goin' back to jail, don't wanna see my mama's heart break
Hillbilly hustlers, you know what the fuck's up
Dirt road drillers send them killers bout them bucks, yeah
Living with Faith just like I'm Tim McGraw
Grizzly's what I'm dipping on
Shakin' and bakin', I'm a chemist, yall
That whiskey's what I'm sipping on
Shawty, she hate that I'm a criminal, I'm savage, I'm a seminole
But she know that I love her 'cause I took her off that stripper pole
I just put a cowgirl in Chanel, yeah
Baby, we them cowboys from hell, yeah
We the Floribama Cartel, yeah
I say hell yeah
I'm a trailer park trap star, yeah
Got chickens in the trunk and in the backyard, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roadrunners like a track star, yeah
Send my lil' ones do the dash like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rusty Wallace, we some track stars, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like it's Nascar, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Ethan Lowery, Vladyslav Sulakov
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