DC The Don - Nascar Racer

(Mario) supah Mario
(yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)

Upgraded from my last girl, yessir
She too worried 'bout the past
 she should've kept up
I'm staying in my lane, I won't chase her
Babygirl, I am a Nascar racer
Get back-up, shawty gotta back up
I retired all her love, it don't matter
When my day is going bad, you make it badder
(What?) tell them niggas they can have her
I done had her

I didn't ever wanna have to do that
I was down out on my ass, and girl
You knew that all of these problems
You'd think I would fold (Fold)
Taking advantage of me on the low
I'm finna vanish and go on the low
See, I'm hitting shows, I did ten in a row
And I still can't stand this shit, goddamnit
Move fast on my own, this shit outlandish
In a really bad zone, I can not manage
Got a good rocket ship
Tryna get out this planet (yeah)
I been up through the midnight for sure
Not a kid but Cudi with the flows
Day and night I been creeping on toes
Paranoia got me moving slow
She said you know I don't give a fuck
Pour it in my double cup (What?)
Ex man talking shit behind a screen
He ain't man enough
Baby, why you acting boujee?
You ain't bad enough
I think that I've had enough
My memories got me sad as fuck
'Cause I done fell in love, no, no
Clearly my love was just a joke
You really changing up
Feel like people hate me (Whoa, whoa)
Blew up in the IE, but this Mil Town shit
It made me (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Upgraded from my last girl, yes sir
She too worried 'bout the past
She should've kept up (Fuck)
I'm staying in my lane, I won't chase her
Babygirl, I am a Nascar racer
Get back-up, shawty gotta back up (Back up)
I retired all her love, it don't matter
When my day is going bad, you make it badder
Tell them niggas they can have her
I done had her

Yeah, ayy, Ksubi jeans, bury me, ayy
I'm a rockstar baby in my rockstar jeans
(On God) live like a blockstar baby and
That's by no means (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up in that 'Rari, it go beep, beep
(Skrrt)
She don't wanna worry, he gon' tweak, tweak
(What?)
He talk shit up on the 'Gram, he gon' tweet
Tweet (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I knew she was just a fan when she met me
(Oh my God)
Baby, why you actin' so wild? (yeah)

Baby, why you actin' so wild?
I don't know now (yeah)
It's all finna fall down
You so slowed down, time to show
I'm at my show now

Upgraded from my last girl, yessir
She too worried 'bout the past
She should've kept up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm staying in my lane, I won't chase her
Babygirl, I am a Nascar racer
Get back-up, shawty gotta back up
(I'ma superstar, superstar, baby)
I retired all her love, it don't matter
(I'ma superstar, superstar, baby)
When my day is going bad, you make it badder
(Gang, gang, gang)
Tell them niggas they can have her
I done had her (Gang, gang, gang, what?)

Have her, yo mario, Have her
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt fuck

Written by:
DAIJON DAVIS, JONATHAN PRIESTER, LUKE MITCHELL, MOSTAFA MANSOUR

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