[Intro] Yuh, ayy PLYBCK (brrr, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) Uh, yeah Woo, yeah (That shit made me feel like I was in Brazil, bitch) Turn up Woo! Yuh, yuh (pew) Ayy, ayy (pew, woosh) Uh
[Pre-Chorus: Matt Fuze] Yuh I just had to hit it, smoke it strong (I just had to hit it, smoke it strong) If that's your bitch in a V-Lone thong (ayy, woo) If I tell her that I love her, am i wrong? (am I motherfuckin' wrong) Nascar Wraith, this coming two-tone, yeah (yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 1: Icy Narco] Yuh, yuh (uh) Chill like Hold on, hold on, hold on I think I see Icy (ocean) Icy Narco I got more money than a fucking Wells Fargo (yuh) I be moving cocaine in a motherfucking Tahoe (chyeah, chyeah) I don't know you, you know me, bitch (what) Diamonds on my neck, really make me sea-sick (drip) I drop 10,000 on my motherfuckin' fit (cash) When I'm walking, bitch, I'm looking like a fuckin' leak (what) Just flipped a fuckin' brick Woah, huh Stop at the money, I'm bumpin' These hoes, they be callin', but the money talkin' Just snap, and ya' walkin' Watch out for the snakes, cause them bitches crawlin' These diamonds so warm, and they flawless Drippin' and whippin', I'm strap with revolvers You wanna follow, just throttle (huh) You wan't a problem, just start 'em (huh) Imma' let the choppa sing (uh-huh, what, Icy) Diamonds on me go "bling-bling" (what, what) Sign a deal, ching-ching (huh, demon) Blue laser make you scream (yuh)
[Pre-Chorus: Matt Fuze] Yuh I just had to hit it, smoke it strong (I just had to hit it, smoke it strong) If that's your bitch in a V-Lone thong (ayy, woo) If I tell her that I love her, am i wrong? (am I motherfuckin' wrong) Nascar Wraith, this coming two-tone, yeah (yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: Matt Fuze] Ayy, look Codeine got me itching like the chicken pox Southwest of the corner, that's the chicken spot (bow-bow-bow-bow) When I walk, I turn and leave a blood spot Better watch your mouth, they making doors flop (yeah, yeah, yeah) He just flew in from (?) with the coco-co (bitch) That's a brick, I could get it for the low-low (yuh) Trap jumpin' with the stick like a pogo And the Fiskar got them horses like a polo Fuck her, take off on a bitch quick [?] I'm drippin' and sippin' The Quali hittin', fuckin' up with the vision (yuh, yuh, ayy) Take up poles while she lookin' positioned And she back to the lickin' Say it's pressure, hit a switch off the tele Yeah I love her, had to bust on her belly Ayy It's Young Fuze, hold up It's a sniper on the roof, hit the zoom (pew-pew-pew) Drop a bag at the booty club, boom, hol' up Lil' bitch cushion up on her perfume, hol' up
[Pre-Chorus: Matt Fuze] Yuh I just had to hit it, smoke it strong (I just had to hit it, smoke it strong) If that's your bitch in a V-Lone thong (ayy, woo) If I tell her that I love her, am i wrong? (am I motherfuckin' wrong) Nascar Wraith, this coming two-tone, yeah (yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Chorus: Matt Fuze] Nascar superstar (yuh) Nascar superstar (woo) Nascar superstar (yuh) Nascar superstar Swooped yo' bitch in super-cars Nascar superstar (woo) Nascar superstar Nascar superstar (super motherfuckin' star)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
