DRAG RACE lyrics

[Intro: nascar aloe]
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, woah
Hey, can you scratch my nuts real quick?
Yeah, sh*t, sh*t, no
f*ck, sh*t, sh*t, yeah, yeah
I don't f*ck with that sh*t, ayy, ayy, ayy, woo

[Verse 1: nascar aloe]
Yeah, yeah, hammer on me in case I need to break teeth (Yeah, yeah)
And, yes, I hate everybody, I killed them all in my dreams (Yuh, yuh)
I didn't handle it sloppy, I did that sh*t all clean
These f*cks love to come and copy but, no, you can't be me
Ho, I'm off that Whitney, could you suck my di*k, please?
I don't rock no Etnie, lil' b*tch, these is Rickies (Ricks)
Can you please reset mе? ('Set) This world way too sh*tty (Ayy, ayy)
See that flash like epilеpsy, and then he started twitching (Yuh, yuh)
Ayy, like rrah, rrah (Ayy)
Demons in my head, they talkin', and it's non-stop (Yeah, yeah)
Dead man walking, hit you with the sawed-off (Nah)
Feds keep watching, got my sh*t turned off (Ayy)
I don't wanna really have to murk you, but I will (Agh)
And my aim was just to hurt you, but I kill (Yeah, b*tch)
pus*y boy, still got a curfew, I'm in the field (Field)
Hit him with the Glock, he backflippin' like he was JELEEL!

[Chorus: nascar aloe]
Yeah, my desolation, die, suffocation
This b*tch really wanna f*ckin' ride 'cause I'm raging
f*ckin' with me, right, you gonna die in duration
Of the f*ckin' song, it take as long as drag racing
Drag racing (I go so f*ckin' fast on they ass)
Drag racing (Got yo' f*ckin' b*tches on my di*k, now they mad)
Drag racing ([?] where you at?)
Drag racing ([?] f*ck the gang 'til it's [?])
[Verse 2: apolloislame]
Ayy, ayy, b*tch, get the f*ck back, get out of my business
Yeah, you hear the bass boomin', yeah, it's louder than an engine
Cookin' up the dope, then I cut him with precision
And I chop you up and leave your body in the kitchen
I do not care, I'ma do what I want
That's why yo' b*tch with me, and we kick it like a punt, ayy
Poppin' X pills, yeah, she pop the f*ckin' Runtz, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
They say I'm weird, they say I'm different, yeah, so f*ckin' what, ayy?
So f*ckin' what, ayy? I don't have be around you, ayy
So f*ckin' what? b*tch, we in first place, we don't need no round two
Shoppin' at Vivienne, oh, we don't go to Round Two
I don't know boy, he a clown, and you a f*ckin' clown too
Got the whole squad with me, you don't want us to pound you
Yeah, we lit in our town, we f*ckin' up your town too
They be like, "Oh my god, I love you, even though I used to doubt you"
Ayy, ayy, big bag, movin' fast just like a drag race
Ayy, tryna hop on the wave, b*tch, you mad late
Ayy, she wanna be my f*ckin' wife, don't know my last name
Ayy, swerving in the f*ckin' lane, I'm 'boutta crash, ayy

[Chorus: nascar aloe]
Yeah, my desolation, die, suffocation
This b*tch really wanna f*ckin' ride 'cause I'm raging
f*ckin' with me, right, you gonna die in duration
Of the f*ckin' song, it take as long as drag racing
Drag racing (I go so f*ckin' fast on they ass)
Drag racing (Got yo' f*ckin' b*tches on my di*k, now they mad)
Drag racing ([?] where you at?)
Drag racing ([?] f*ck the gang 'til it's [?])