The Fuccbois – Nascar Pit Stop Lyrics

Coke I'm whipping...
Yeah, Yung Thicc Boi
Yeah, Yung, Yung
Junction bridge
Yungtion bridge
Yeah, yeah, Yung, Yung, Yung, Yung
Now
Coke I'm whipping
Lean I'm sipping
Mic is clipping
Shapes you shifting
You be cripping
You be cripping
Shapes you shifting
You be cripping
Bitches calling me a pimp
You know that I'm a blimp
You guys wimps, you guys simps
You bitches you
You bitches you
Trapping, I be capping
I be capping, chromosome mapping
Clubbing, we be dabbing
The harvest come on we be clapping
This song is long like Shaft and
Repair this shit like spackling
Rapping then popping caps then, trapping
Driving in them motherfucking fast cars
Rolling through the hood they say "There go Pat Star"
I been rapping for a long time, raising up the bar
Bitch don't you know I slay at limbo? We going far
Fucking with my goons I'll have you sleeping in the Tar-Tar
Sauce, I'm a boss, have the police at a loss
Seeing bodies washed up on Goo Lagoon
When I drop my tape, it'll be a fucking monsoon
Selling so much dope the flowers in the sky are poppies
Dropping all the tapes, bitch I'm selling so many copies
All the salty bois are calling my verses cocky
Boi your bitch in my bedroom, sucking on my cocky
Keep the money in the safe, keep that shit locked, G
Throw shade to my face, I got the game on lock, G
Fuccbois coming through we fucking all the thotties
Fuccbois coming through we ducking all the cops G
Wanna please me? Come on baby, tease me
Take off your shoes, you got nothing to lose, girl
Let me play with them big titties babe
I'll stick my bat inside of your cave
I'll get you moaning, I'll get you screaming
I'll get you saying my name
I'll get you squeezing, I'll get you clenching
I hope you're happy you came
Fucked that shit up
Oh we good, we good