Signing Off

Haha (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm Nascar, who are you? (Ayy)
(Yeah) yeah
(Yeah) yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Ayy

Bills on me but this ain't no counterfeit, ayy
Gas in my blunt and it's loud as shit, yeah
Where the fuck my mind I think I'm out of it, ayy
She can't feel her legs when I be poundin' it, ayy
Cap if I'm posted with a bad bitch, yeah
Yeah, you sittin' down I stand up like a cowlick, uh
Orange juice inside my 40oz's, yeah
Water on my neck, but I ain't drownin', yeah
Oppa, oppa, oppa
You look like an oppa, ayy
When I shoot the Glocky, sound like helicopter, ayy
Yellow hair like Naruto I got the chakra, ayy
Do it by my lonely like I'm Speaker Knockerz, ayy
Bitch, I buy her the leash, she sucked on my skeet
They ain't believe now they want features, ayy
Hop on the beat and they wanna see
Bounce on my dick like it's Easter, ayy
She is a fiend for Vitamin D
I take her soul like I'm the reaper, ayy
Stain in the sheet, she tasted my skeet
I turned her ass to a believer, ayy
Woah, huh
Yeah, diamonds flossy
I became a boss while you just workin' by the cost, ayy, yeah
Hand on your thigh,
She in my DMs, she tryin' to talk (ayy)
Bitch, I'm tryin' to chill
Man, fuck all y'all rappers I'm signin' off, ayy