went to sleep like dis * (prod. @nascaraloe)

Avant-garde, I be flexin' in Goyard
You say you hard, smoke you down like a 'gar
That's bizarre, see you on my boulevard
You Chris Brown, turn to sh!t, then stomp the yard
There's only one race: the human race
What about NASCAR?
On my feet is Ricks, (b!tch!), hefty price, yuh
Anarchy my neck (Aye!), I'm dressed up like a biker
I might fvck that b!tch, I never wife up
I went to sleep like this, I woke up piped up
On my feet is Ricks, hefty price, yuh
Anarchy my neck, I'm dressed up like a biker
I might fvck that b!tch, I never wife up
I went to sleep like this (b!tch i'm nascar awho are u?)
I woke up piped up
In you basket (Ricks), keep a ratchet (Dicks)
When I die, bury me wit' all my cash, b!tch
Nascar on the track, so you know this a classic (Alright!)
Keep a tool on me like Inspector Gadget (Rararara)
Avant-garde, I be flexin' in Goyard
You say you hard, smoke you down like a 'gar
That's bizarre, see you on my boulevard
You Chris Brown, turn to sh!t, then stomp the yard
Rockstar, b!tch, that's in my repertoire
Livin' large, eatin' shrimp with caviar
b!tch, I'm Nascar, I do not know who you are
I fvck that b!tch one time, then tell her, "Au revoir"
My gang just rock out like Nirvana
Ain't safe, I think that 12 is on us
My dame look like she Pocahontas
Drag race, lil' b!tch, that is the matra
On my feet is Ricks (b!tch!), hefty price, yuh
Anarchy my neck (Aye!), I'm dressed up like a biker
I might fvck that b!tch, I never wife up
I went to sleep like this, I woke up piped up
On my feet is Ricks, hefty price, yuh
Anarchy my neck, I'm dressed up like a biker
I might fvck that b!tch, I never wife up
I went to sleep like this (b!tch I'm nascar who are you?), I woke up piped up