Ctmlildre - Nascar Lyrics

Speed Racer, NASCAR I came up emerging, out of nowhere
I'ma shooting star ' Fly young niggas players', if you real
I can tell, Girl if you f*ck with me, roll with me
These hoes be on go-go, she shakin' that ass for me

When she throw it back, it's moving in slow-mo we makin' a movie, no GoPro
I get money everyday, these niggas ain't f*cking' with me
They ain't see me in no type of way, my bitch got some Amiris on
Like we get fly together, we like birds of a feather

We tote, sticks no heavy metal, get hit with Berettas
The harder they fall to the ground, like Idris Elba
I'm havin' bitches I got several, I'm havin' plenty
I got a Glock, it got a button on the back, it's not a semi

Why this bitch tellin' me she gay, like I can't turn her
I'm not Timmy, I gotta burner, I'm not Jimmy
I get a bag, just like migos, but I'm more like Future
Leavin' these hoes in the past, oh-oh-oh

I keep goin' up, that's why these haters mad,
They gon' forever come in last, I heard they diamond made of glass
I know my bro can get a bag, over the border
Need to free my dog, he's sittin' inside that jail

He got a quarter, these niggas tellin', law and order
I knew the hoe was freaky, the first time I got up in it
It was water
Yeah, I knew that hoe was tryna f*ck me, cuz my name
Super soaker, all this water on my necklace
Gotta keep my flame
Slide down on his block, we park his whip no hesitation let it bang

All this water on my necklace
She just wanna take a picture with my chain
Come on, yeah, hey, whoa, whoa
Yeah, I just f*cked that bitch in Soho with my GoPro

Yeah, I cannot love on these bitches, I play with these bitches like Yu-Gi-Oh
Yeah, I was just stuffin' my motherf*ckin' pocket with racks like sloppy Joe
Yeah, ninth grade, quarterback, I was just catchin' the plays
Yeah, I was just f*ckin' this bitch from the back n she, givin' me face

Oh well, I just been havin' my way
I told that bitch that I can't call her back
I just been runnin' up pape
I told that bitch let's go to the BnB

Cause I cannot go on no date
In a set we pull up a speed racing
I just wanna guapanese
I don't even believe in patience

All these hunnids and 50s, I'm chasin
Hunnids and 50s, I'm makin
Smoke like a Rasta, I'm feelin' Jamaican
Pull out my dick, told lil shawty to taste it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa
Speed racin', NASCAR
I came up emergin
Outta nowhere, like a shooting star
YEAH
Fly young niggas players
If you real, I can tell
Girl, if you f*ck with me, roll with me
These hoes be on go-go

On my Santa shit
I just call that lil' bitch ho-ho
Yeah, she a hood bitch
And I met her at the Texaco

This that, I'ma winner flow
I think I'm in demon mode
Cleezy wet, we run the road
Neck it, feel like frozen

Bitch, I got my own flow
I'm that nigga that they can't clone
I freestyle everything I do
Not write, so I ain't never wrong

Margiela the bag I got on BB
Shawty keep on askin' me where the LV
Said she ain't never seen me on the TV, But
All of my songs, they all on repeat

I started rappin' and they all on my meat
I got that paper, but they can't have a sheet
I'm not Carti, but I'm always lookin' for Benji's
I tote Simmies out in public

I be toting em all in Benny's
We in superchargers 'fast cars
We might as well be NASCAR
We might as well just blast off

Like NASA
Yeah she do whatever, I tell her
I'm her master
Supercharge go faster

I put the pedal to the metal
They ain't never gon' catch up
Yeah, they ain't never gon' catch us, no
Whoa, whoa

Speed racin', NASCAR
I came up emergin
Outta nowhere, like a shooting star
Fly young n***a players

If you real, I can tell
Girl, if you f*ck with me, roll with me
These hoes, be on, go, go