NASA
Woohoo
Woohoo
Stars on the roof of my car, call me Nasa
I've been drifting, yeah, you know, bitch, I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Stars on the roof of my car, call me Nasa
I've been drifting, bitch yeah you know, I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
I be vibing with the beat, I'm moving past ya, yeah
I can turn up anything, not talking master, yeah
And, you know, if I see 12, I'm driving faster
Jokes on them I'll like to see if they can catch up, yeah
Back to back, you move too slow, I'm like a rock star
I be getting high, the way I smoke it I'm on the floor
I be getting high, the way I smoke it, I'm smoking dope
Gas that I be smoking punch harder, my pack got me on the ropes
Triple sour, wedding cake
I be smoking on that flower just to make me feel okay
VVS up on my wrist, I know you want it, you can't take
All these diamonds on my neck, I swear I'm drowning like a lake, ay yeah
Go, go, go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woohoo
Woohoo
Stars on the roof of my car, call me Nasa
I've been drifting, yeah, you know, bitch, I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Stars on the roof of my car, call me Nasa
I've been drifting, bitch yeah, you know I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Go, go, go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woohoo
Stars on the roof of my car, call me Nasa
I've been drifting, yeah, you know, bitch, I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Stars on the roof of my car, call me Nasa
I've been drifting, bitch yeah you know, I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
I be vibing with the beat, I'm moving past ya, yeah
I can turn up anything, not talking master, yeah
And, you know, if I see 12, I'm driving faster
Jokes on them I'll like to see if they can catch up, yeah
Back to back, you move too slow, I'm like a rock star
I be getting high, the way I smoke it I'm on the floor
I be getting high, the way I smoke it, I'm smoking dope
Gas that I be smoking punch harder, my pack got me on the ropes
Triple sour, wedding cake
I be smoking on that flower just to make me feel okay
VVS up on my wrist, I know you want it, you can't take
All these diamonds on my neck, I swear I'm drowning like a lake, ay yeah
Go, go, go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woohoo
Woohoo
Stars on the roof of my car, call me Nasa
I've been drifting, yeah, you know, bitch, I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Stars on the roof of my car, call me Nasa
I've been drifting, bitch yeah, you know I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Going hard, now I got my rack up, yeah
Go, go, go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Pablo Izquierdo
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