Sinister lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch I'm Nascar, who are you?

[Verse]
b*tch my (?), smoking gasoline
I make racks, repeat, while you fast asleep
I’m in Tokyo, my b*tch speaking Japanese
Ain't no (?) when I say I got magazines, aye
Killer instinct (Aye)
Off-White, Fendi (Yee)
b*tch I'm Nascar (Who?)
You better listen (Yuh)
That b*tch trippin’ (Okay)
I'm kicking her outta the do'
She loving the di*k, she need mo' (Mo')
These f*ckers keep jocking the flow
That b*tch he talking so crazy I stay by my lonely and worry 'bout mine
Been in my mind so much lately I realized that I am not afraid to die (Alright)
I got all the drugs in the world that you need, I feel like I am Lil Skies (Alright)
f*ck around with me I leave you deceased (Alright)
My demons won't ever leave me in peace (Alright)

[Verse 2]
Leaving you you dead, all I see red
You are a vest and I aim for your head
Satan in my dreams and this what he said
Nascar a demon, b*tch watch where you tread
Boy think he tough, but he be soft like Ted
He think he a demon, I'm the one who he bitin (Okay)
I make her pus*y wet like I’m f*cking Trident (Okay)
I’m slittin' these rappers throats like Attack of Titan
I smoke like exhaust, you hit it once and then you cough
b*tch I’m a star, I walk and she say, "oh my gosh" (Aye)
I am a threat, my music in top charts (Aye)
He claim he a demon, but he soft like Pop-Tart
Minute Maid, Minute Maid, Gucci, lemonade
Anarchy, anarchy, b*tch I'm a renegade
Nascar the devil, I do not think you can imitate, and I'm cutting necks so I wonder who i'll eliminate (b*tch)