NASCAR (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Only the Flyest on the track

[Chorus: Fukkit & Wifisfuneral]
b*tch, I'm posted in the bath tub
Riding round my city smoking good
Like NASCAR, fast life
Run and trace that little Asian kush
She a bad b*tch, she mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
Try to tell they ass like
b*tch, I'm posted in the bath tub
Riding round my city smoking good
Like NASCAR, fast life
Run and trace that little Asian kush
She a bad b*tch, mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
I try to tell they ass like
b*tch, I'm posted in the bath tub
Riding round my city smoking good
Like NASCAR, fast life
Run and trace that little Asian kush
She a bad b*tch, mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
I try to tell they ass like
[Verse 1: Fukkit]
b*tch, I'm posted smokin' like broken engine
Nothing like this Christmas, never killed like Kenshin
But I kill a n*gga if he ever forget to mention
'Bout the way I speak, I never lie, so don't ask questions
I'm too real, you the fishy type
I just bait and wait, you gon' bite the hook
This a chess game, n*gga, slide like the rook
I reel in big fish and my salmon cooked
Roll around off a pack like I'm never gon' geek
Two sticks deep, your weed smell like weak old leaves
Smoke strong like big [?], I set the chest press
Your b*tch slips on my di*k and she gon' push up
We gon' work it out, she a actor now
Roll my curtains up, fire on the set
Smoke loud, n*gga, what the f*ck you know about that?
With yo ass, so when she gon' bring that back?

[Chorus: Fukkit, Wifisfuneral & SolomonDaGod]
b*tch, I'm posted in the bath tub
Riding round my city smoking good
Like NASCAR, fast life
Run and trace that little Asian kush
She a bad b*tch, she mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
Try to tell they ass like
b*tch, I'm posted in the bath tub
Riding round my city smoking good
Like NASCAR, fast life
Run and trace that little Asian kush
She a bad b*tch, mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
I try to tell they ass like
b*tch, I'm posted in the bath tub
Riding round my city smoking good
Like NASCAR, fast life
Run and trace that little Asian kush
She a bad b*tch, mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
I try to tell they ass like
[Verse 2: SolomonDaGod]
Duckin' and dodgin', they lovin' the ho
I'm just the type that be wanting the dough
Shout out my n*ggas they killing sh*t in Minnesota
Whippin' the deuce and the soda
Fat booty b*tch in the mornin'
Momma, I love ya, but sorry, your son gon' turn up
It's the motive
Maybe one day I'll become who you wanted, yuh
Pull up with the motherf*cking pump hard
n*gga wanna talk dumb
Siding with three of the ho's I just met
But they smoking, I'll probably f*ck one of them
Riding with a motherf*cking thot b*tch
So just know it's lit
Hit up Walgreens for ice teas and some [?]
Messin' with her friend, she gon' let me poke
FB like a throwback tweet
f*ck proper English, she throwback me
n*gga like fit, boy, yeah, don't sack me
I'm in the paint, boy, yeah, don't Shaq me
Triple X in the pus*y
X pus*y
Got a XX next in the pus*y
n*gga, netflix the pus*y
Left, left, gotta mess with the pus*y, damn right
And I leave the pus*y wet
Checking the pus*y
Blastoise in the pus*y, yeah right
Bless, bless, bless, blessing the pus*y
Nothing less than finessing the pus*y
God damn I'm the best in the pus*y every night
Posted smoking like train station
Got that green ruby
You's a simulation, yuh, aye
[Verse 3: Wifisfuneral]
Motorola chirpin' through my lines
You can hear me when I walk through
Smelling like a fresh air xanny
sh*t, boy, I should have told you
Same n*ggas through the struggle
New n*ggas getting comfortable
I said I'll run through your hood like we Call of Duty
Got that choppa bustin' if you feeling stupid
Sippin' tippin' slow
I'm movin' like a pro when I be switching lanes
Candy paint be wet, drippin' hella drippin' with the wood
[?] said I'm post to smoking like a Blue-Eyes White Dragon
Brought the whole trap like a Yu-Gi-Oh card
That b*tch a deck, right
Flexing with your mother and your sister
Family reunion undercovers
I got you itchin' for the head like she had lice
Got a b*tch to spar with my di*k
Uppercut the b*tch with my tip
Got her tippin' on my di*k every night
I smoke the fire, higher
Crystal diamonds right from Sierra Leone
From how the Swisher twist just like a cherry twister
Young and smokin' death, but yet I'm never dyin'
Flexing what I do best, n*gga, I ain't lyin'
You a motherf*ckin' peasant
I be movin' like a shaman
Claiming how your trap boomin'
Front door, we knockin'

[Chorus: Wifisfuneral & SolomonDaGod]
b*tch, I'm posted in the bath tub
Riding round my city smoking good
Like NASCAR, fast life
Run and trace that little Asian kush
She a bad b*tch, she mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
I try to tell they ass like
b*tch, I'm posted in the bath tub
Riding round my city smoking good
Like NASCAR, fast life
Run and trace that little Asian kush
She a bad b*tch, she mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
I try to tell they ass like
b*tch, I'm posted in the bath tub
Riding round my city smoking good
Like NASCAR, fast life
Run and trace that little Asian kush
She a bad b*tch, she mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
They lookin' at me mad like
I try to tell they ass like