Went to sleep like dis * lyrics

[Intro]
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

[Vine Sample]
There's only one race: the human race
What about NASCAR?

[Chorus]
On my feet is Ricks, (b*tch!), hefty price, yuh
Anarchy my neck (Aye!), I'm dressed up like a biker
I might f*ck 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 f*ck that b*tch, I never wife up
I went to sleep like this, I woke up piped up

[Verse]
In you basket (Ricks), keep a ratchet (di*ks)
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 f*ck 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
[Chorus]
On my feet is Ricks (b*tch!), hefty price, yuh
Anarchy my neck (Aye!), I'm dressed up like a biker
I might f*ck 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 f*ck 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