Lyrics Went to Sleep Like Dis * - Nascar Aloe

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 shit,
Then stomp the yard There's only one race: the human race
What about NASCAR? On my feet is Ricks, (Bitch!), hefty price, yuh
Anarchy my neck (Aye!), I'm dressed up like a biker
I might fuck that bitch, 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 fuck that bitch, I never wife up
I went to sleep like this,
I woke up piped up In you basket (Ricks), keep a ratchet (Dicks)
When I die, bury me wit' all my cash, bitch
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 shit, then stomp the yard
Rockstar, bitch, that's in my repertoire
Livin' large, eatin' shrimp with caviar
Bitch, I'm Nascar, I do not know who you are
I fuck that bitch 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 gang look she Pocahontas
Drag race, lil' bitch,
That is the mantra On my feet is Ricks (Bitch!), hefty price, yuh
Anarchy my neck (Aye!), I'm dressed up like a biker
I might fuck that bitch, 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 fuck that bitch, I never wife up
I went to sleep like this (Bitch I'm
Nascar who are you?), I woke up piped up