Bitch, I'm Nascar, who are you?
Hey, yeah, haha (you already know what the f*ck going on)
Ayy, whoa, ha, ayy, ha
I'm just playin' 'round, this a lil' freestyle or whatever (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, haha (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Juxtapose (yeah), mental asylum, don't f*ck with those
I f*ck your bitch, then I suck her toes (,wah)
Her pussy bald just like Amber Rose (yeah)
Matter fact, it be bald like an eagle (yeah, woah)
When I'm in it, she sing just like C-note
Too much drip on me, f*ck through the pee-hole (yeah, oh, woah)
Check my mind, homie, I got an ego
Guns on my body, bitch, I feel like a hobby 'cause I cannot deal with yo' ass (yo' ass)
I'm itchin' for homies 'cause I keep the Glocky inside my motherf*ckin' tote bag (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in the party, lookin' at yo shawty because I like the way she throw back (damn)
He looking sorry 'cause Nascar too gnarly, I told his bitch ass, "Take a Prozac" (damn)
I see demons in my sleep, that's why I do not sleep (yeah)
Bitch, I been starvin' for too long, so now it's time to eat (yeah)
I'm at the party, play my song and everybody geeked
Lil' bitch, I feel like Freddy Krueger, see you in your dreams (oh-woo)
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep (yeah)
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep (f*ck, f*ck)
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep (ayy, f*ck)
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep (ayy, yeah)
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