Nascar Dashcar - LUCKI

Drivin' really, uh, yeah

This a NASCAR, you drivin' really fast

This a, uh, yo, yo, ayy

Yo, yo, ayy

Yo, yo, ayy

Is this a NASCAR?

You drivin' really fast

This a, uh, yo, yo, ayy

Yo, yo, ayy, ayy

Is this a NASCAR?

You drivin' really fast

She like bad boys, Diddy with the cash

I want clean lean, need it really bad

You rock one line, that’s gon' be your ass

Think it’s fund time, racin' to the cash

On my life, these niggas jealous and I love 'em, boy, it’s sad

Thirty racks for a capellas, add the beat and do the math

I got hoes that want me sober and some want me for my cash

Drive real slow up in the Rover but she really scared of cats

My homies crack 'cause I balance it with rap

Check my stature, I can’t be with rats

Fear the rapture, I been actin' bad

Huh, I’m the one just for sake

Say I love you and it’s pure, but I know you all for takes

Treat the 30s like a cure, it kick in, I’m really saved

She come back, it’ll probably kill me

But I fucked her friend for safety, uh

Ayy, haha, ayy, yo, ayy

Fuck a foreign, I like muscle like my dad, ayy

Get through tourin', I just raced another bag, uh

Treat her foreign like a Chevy, I just ashed

Hmm, yo, ayy, uh

Is this a NASCAR?

You drivin' really fast

She like bad boys, Diddy with the cash

I want clean lean, need it really bad

Hmm

Okay