Nascar Life

Turn it up

Yo, Kez, this shit got me trippin'

Nice car

Lil', that's crazy

It's Cross Finger, baby

Nice car

Nice car (whoa)

Girl, don't ask how

Look, I said don't ask how I live (damn)

Call me Mr. Black Drop, baby, yes, it's really (ayy)

She all on that ass talk, baby, let me in

She all on that ass talk, baby, let me

I said, "Baby, let me hold it"

See, I get paper like a folder

In this bed and I'ma fold her

I told this guy 'cause I'm a soldier

Girl, it was dreams that I sold her

Not your man, I thought I told you (thought I told you)

So girl, don't ask how (ask how)

Ask how I live (ayy)

Call me Mr. Black Drop, baby, yes, it's really (ayy)

Shit, think I just be rappin', yeah, I do this for a living (I do)

I been doin' it for a minute (bitch)

Truth or told, I'm way too grown, don't

Hit the road unless it's tinted (I don't)

Ayy, keep me off your phone, I'm way

Too known for all your critics (ayy)

I be on the go, I tell 'em go, this shit just business (ayy)

She say take it slow, I tell her no, we all be

Speedin', it's a nasar (it's a nascar)

Whoa, it's a nascar like (teeth)

You know? (Nascar) whoa, ayy

And I keep speedin'