Nascar Driver ft. 823bam Lyrics

Yeah, I'm a nascar driver when I'm on my own And when I'm on the road

Yeah, I'm a nascar driver when I'm on my own yeah I be speeding going fast on my way home

To see the lady who done gave me all the thoughts to this song

She said i'm playing with her heart I snatched it up with my drone

I'm digging paper out the dirt, even though i'm searching for dough

I got some open wounds that hurt, I ain't get hit with no thorn

I had to put you in the right cause she start treating me wrong

Ain't give no fucks when I was down, and now you hurt that i'm gone

I believe

I believe it all

Wait

Okay

I just wanna let you know i'm better now

In a newer situation different weather now

in the streets it's dark clouds it ain't no Sunday flowers

I ain't talking bout no watch yeah I changed all my timin'

I remain stone cold even though they raise the climate

Scream long live Mitchy everyday, and put drugs in my body

Put my pride aside, focus on my craft, some niggas still ain't like me

Nascar driver

I switched up my track and now I think I found her

And I just ran out of gas so I can get from around her

By the time she build my heart we gon' be living in a tower

But I'm a nascar driver when I'm on my own

And I be speeding going fast on my way home

To see the lady who done gave me all the thoughts to this song

She said i'm playing with her heart I snatched it up with my drone

Yeah let's go

Hop in a nascar

Hop in a fast car

I got a bad broad

We get to the money no Matt OX

We finna tear it up, she off the migos she tear it up

Yeah, I walk him down and he tried to go run

I hit em' with red dot

Drank got me slow, but i'm steady pressing the V

I'm in that mode, these niggas not fucking with me

She gave me dome, and it just put me to sleep

I'm in my zone

Yeah imma ride out

Imma ride to the sunset

And we gon' air it out

And I put that on my set

Yeah we gon' tear it up

Me and my niggas we all vets

Ain't worried bout no hoes

We chasing all checks

But let me take a step back thinking bout this shit

Yeah, me and Bam ride with sticks

My shit sprained so ice my wrist

Different color rocks on my fist

Shit look like infinity stones

If you ain't wit it i'm with you, you ain't wrong

I put my heart in these mother fucking songs

Cause I'm a nascar driver when I'm on my own

And I be speeding going fast on my way home

To see the lady who done gave me all the thoughts to this song

She said i'm playing with her heart I snatched it up with my drone