DRAG RACE

[Intro: nascar aloe]
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, woah
Hey, can you scratch my nuts real quick?
Yeah, shit, shit, no
Fuck, shit, shit, yeah, yeah
I don't fuck with that shit, 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 shit all clean
These fucks love to come and copy but, no, you can't be me
Ho, I'm off that Whitney, could you suck my dick, please?
I don't rock no Etnie, lil' bitch, these is Rickies (Ricks)
Can you please reset mе? ('Set) This world way too shitty (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 shit 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, bitch)
Pussy 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 bitch really wanna fuckin' ride 'cause I'm raging
Fuckin' with me, right, you gonna die in duration
Of the fuckin' song, it take as long as drag racing
Drag racing (I go so fuckin' fast on they ass)
Drag racing (Got yo' fuckin' bitches on my dick, now they mad)
Drag racing ([?] where you at?)
Drag racing ([?] fuck the gang 'til it's [?])

[Verse 2: apolloislame]
Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck 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' bitch with me, and we kick it like a punt, ayy
Poppin' X pills, yeah, she pop the fuckin' Runtz, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
They say I'm weird, they say I'm different, yeah, so fuckin' what, ayy?
So fuckin' what, ayy? I don't have be around you, ayy
So fuckin' what? Bitch, 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 fuckin' clown too
Got the whole squad with me, you don't want us to pound you
Yeah, we lit in our town, we fuckin' 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, bitch, you mad late
Ayy, she wanna be my fuckin' wife, don't know my last name
Ayy, swerving in the fuckin' lane, I'm 'boutta crash, ayy

[Chorus: nascar aloe]
Yeah, my desolation, die, suffocation
This bitch really wanna fuckin' ride 'cause I'm raging
Fuckin' with me, right, you gonna die in duration
Of the fuckin' song, it take as long as drag racing
Drag racing (I go so fuckin' fast on they ass)
Drag racing (Got yo' fuckin' bitches on my dick, now they mad)
Drag racing ([?] where you at?)
Drag racing ([?] fuck the gang 'til it's [?])