I would say I’m fancy

Run it back run it back what’s up ay
Run it back run it back what’s up ay
Run it back run it back what’s up

Yeah
I want a classic whip with California plates
Or any warmer state, pull up in it sorta late
I’m so cold cuz it was freezing where I’m born and raised
She don’t want no hubby she just wanna fornicate, ay
Well that’s fine with me
Put the Nelly on if she wanna ride with me
Girl I’m something like what these rappers tryna be
Need a crib so big we play hide and seek, yeah
Bring out the cold spirits
I’m so lit I don’t even know my own lyrics
I don’t quit, they be talking but I don’t hear it
My flow’s lit it’ll burn you if you go near it, whoa

The bass so loud I might throw up
The ace so loud I might throw up
The place go wild if I show up
The place go wild if I blow up

A thousand verses on my notes app
I go to sleep in a robe and a Pope’s hat
Where the songs at? Can’t believe you wrote that
I just killed your whole career bitch no cap
Every song I do I guarantee it’s gon’ slap
Every song you do is sounding like a throwback
It’s really so trash, wanna be me so bad
Faking all your numbers I know really you got no fans
Slow grind we don’t take shortcuts
Every day I got a little bit more buzz
Every day I lose a little bit more trust
What you do in 4 years takes me 4 months

The bass so loud I might throw up
The ace so loud I might throw up
The place go wild if I show up
The place go wild if I blow up