****, I'm Nascar, who are you
Hey, yeah, haha
Ayy, whoa, ha, ayy, ha
I'm just playin' 'round, this a lil' freestyle or whatever
Ayy, haha
Juxtapose, mental asylum, don't **** with thos
I **** your bitch, then I suck her toe
Her pussy bald just like Amber Ros
Matter fact, it be bald like an eagle
When I'm in it, she sing just like C-note
Too much drugs, let me **** through the pee-hol
Changed my mind homie, I got an ego
Guns on my body, bitch
I feel like Hobby 'cause I cannot deal with yo' ass
I'm itchin' for homies 'cause
I keep the Glockie inside my bitch's tote ba
I'm in the party, lookin' at yo' shawty
Because I like the way that she throw that
He looking sorry 'cause Nascar too rowdy
I told his bitch ass, "Take a Prozac
I see demons in my sleep, that's why I do not sleep
****, I been starvin' for too long, so now it's time to ea
I'm at the party, play my song and everybody geeked
Lil' bitch, I feel like Freddy Krueger, see you in your dream
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to slee
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to slee
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to slee
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to slee
Haha