NASCAR

I drive it like a NASCAR, I drive it like a NASCAR, NASCAR

I got my exes wishin', when I'm on my Exposition, I'm up in their Benz and then I Drive it like

An expedition

This is just my intuition, plus it ain't no penny And pinching

What I spent up on this shit, man, I spent your Pension

Then I think I'm Jeff Gordon, ridin' around With that big Rod, make me murk a nigga and

Bury him in my back yard

But I have black tint, know that your boo, she Wanna come and ride

Red rum, blacked out the windows, peanut Butter inside

I just grind, got my money inscribed, no bunny In Clyde, smokin' like the Baja man, sittin