Nascar (feat. MMO Jayrod & SpVon) Video (MV)

Hop out that cut on some bounce out shit
Don't get put on yo ass trying to duck this bitch
Money come first, these hoes come last, I'm all in my bag, give a f*ck about a bitch
Me and the bros can't never fall, Vick, if you diss on the guys, you might get hit
Cooling with sharks, don't come too deep, before I ain't got a ride, then you can't come fish
Hardest in town, so you know what I'm on, if you take one of mines, I'm snatchin' like four
Playin' my song, they all on my dick, they like Lil' Von will you drop that bitch
Heard he say no when I came from the back, with a switch, with a drum, tryna knock off his fitted
F*ckin' your hoes, you keep callin' my phone, so you beggin' for sex, like bitch, hold on
Trappin' all night, I can't never go home, I got highs and the lows, look, bro, what you want
Heard he was smoked, so I'm givin' out beats, I f*ck from the back, yo, bitch, you're free
Get on these beats, and I'm walkin' shit down, these right off the dome, no pistol, no phone
Get on these beats, and I'm walkin' shit down, these right off the dome, no pistol, no phone
Creep on that block with the drake, make a f*ck nigga, freeze like the cops hopped on him
Coolin' on hoes, been stackin' the pros, tryna stay out the way, let me show you some motion
Bro in the back of the back, tryna hop out and drop, but don't know how to drill, he ah show you
All my niggas keep asking to f*ck alr lil' bitch, come on bend over
Nigga look wrong at the party, I'm stoppin' this bitch, ain't no music is just a switch blowin'
Trollin' on live, don't let me come find you, and with all that playin', don't get burnt from the toaster
Ain't wasting time with the hoes, she took off her clothes, and then she got hit in the rover
Fan on my hip, yeah I'm clutchin' illegal, I up quick, it ain't come with no holster
Bullets too big, comin' out of my glock, they size enlarge, man, look like some boulders
Drake get to hittin' on skits, I'm swingin' this bitch, finna show you how to work with a shoulder
Hoes ain't wanna f*ck, they said I was young, now my pockets are full, but a nigga got older
Hoes tryn line me, ain gon' be too good, can't go out like shh bitch ima smoke her
I'm like a nascar, seen 12 hit my gas these pigs wanna lock my race
I'm like a hitman, bitch, I don't miss, go ask my opps, nigga, check my rates
Got like a pound of za stuffed in my bag, so when I run, bitch, I got weight
Talkin' bouy Ja can't rap, bitch, who? Watch Lil' Ja take a seat with the Greats
Walk inna function wit' SP gang but damn near merched we showed up late
Walkin' him down then nell cut him off, man, oh my God, shoulda seen his face
F*ckin' a raw, she talkin' bout havin' a baby, hell nawl I'll buy you a lace
That nigga a rat, but I guess he cool, cause I hang with snakes, so go get ate
Bitch, I'm tough, just listen to bars, then count my bluff
Niggas don't know how I feel, but he broke, lil' boy, check your stats, like, bitch, I'm up
Hatin' ass niggas, supposed be my mans, but on my dick, man, that shit tough
Niggas that talk like that, but ain't livin' like that, man, it's hard, man, I grew rough
Ninth grade year I shut that bitch down, these niggas got bold and then they duffed me
Caught him at a game, and he told it too fast, the nigga ain't tell, it would of got ugly
In the field trapping with my nigga mar, I realized the cleat shit really ain't for me
Ridin' in traffic with fly ass bowls don't hit my line if it ain't bout the money
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