This is a song about "Fancy shit"

But this ordinary shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

We never tattle, let god handle that

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

Cause we done did that

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Rockin addias rev run shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit