Nascar - Roddy Ricch

Lately I’ve been speedin' in a NASCAR

Sippin' the dirty Fanta, I might crash off

Throw these hunnids, made lil' shawty wipe the racks off

Brought the 20 20 out, that’s why he mad, dawg

I been passin' on these niggas like I’m Brett Favre

Feel like Future, I’m about to take my mask off

Got a bad bitch with me, we pulled off in the NASCAR

Livin' fast on these niggas like a NASCAR

21 Savage, I just shitted on my ex bitch

Had a threesome with her best friend watchin' Netflix

These niggas mad 'cause the Rollie on froze

The whole time, she been plottin' on the low

Young nigga, I was down bad, came from these trenches

Nigga got a million dollars, made it rain on these bitches

When the feds did a sweep, I lost hope

Remember my uncle in the kitchen, whippin' dope

Ayy, had to go and get it, I’m wrappin' up them bales now

Ricch is in the city, I’m hoppin' off the Lear now

Traphouse boomin', I went up on the sale now

VVS got the water, I’m swimmin' like a whale now

V12 niggas, we was livin' too fast

Niggas pushin' work, we was skippin' through class

She can’t even see me, I’m like Flash on these bitches

Hoppin' in the Masi', do the dash on these bitches, yeah, yeah

Lately I’ve been speedin' in a NASCAR

Sippin' the dirty Fanta, I might crash off

Throw these hunnids, made lil' shawty wipe the racks off

Brought the 20 20 out, that’s why he mad, dawg

I been passin' on these niggas like I’m Brett Favre

Feel like Future, I’m about to take my mask off

Got a bad bitch with me, we pulled off in the NASCAR

Livin' fast on these niggas like a NASCAR

I was at Crazy Girls, I had to throw my racks, yeah

I had the section poppin', since you wanna pop it, yeah

Once I get it started, I can’t even stop it, yeah

All these stripper bitches fillin' up their stockings, yeah

I had a stripper’s thick body in the big body

Had two friends followin' me in the Maserati

Can’t let you cuff that bitch, that’s on my dead body

I can bet you 10 bands she gave me head, prolly

I was at Houston’s eatin' that filet mignon

Bitch, I done ran these racks up out the bando on my own

I was in the streets, so that’s what I stand for

I can pull strings like I’m playin' banjo

You can keep on hittin' switches, I’ll be in the Lambo

I’ma paint her face in the 'Rarri like Van Gogh

I done hit it from the back, now she sing soprano, ayy

Hop in my two-seater with me, out my Range Rove'

Lately I’ve been speedin' in a NASCAR

Sippin' the dirty Fanta, I might crash off

Throw these hunnids, made lil' shawty wipe the racks off

Brought the 20 20 out, that’s why he mad, dawg

I been passin' on these niggas like I’m Brett Favre

Feel like Future, I’m about to take my mask off

Got a bad bitch with me, we pulled off in the NASCAR

Livin' fast on these niggas like a NASCAR

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt