Fancy

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bruiser Wolf] Bust in her face twice, the same eye (The same eye) Life gave me lemons, I made meringue pie (Meringue pie) Banks hella mad, like, "Damn, it's the same guy" (It's the same guy) Swim or drown, bro, I'm coachin', now may I (Yeah) I was stuck in the same place like a hostage or a statue My life was goin' downhill, I was facin' a uphill battle I'm tryna better my wealth (Tryna better my wеalth) I asked my bookie what's the odds if I bеt on myself? (If I bet on myself) 'Cause my past is dark, gothic Everything I say sound good, it's melodic (Uh) Sippin' on gin tonic, talkin' Blowin' clouds that look like "pow" in a comic (Haha) Her legs spread just like gossip (Like gossip) I gave her dick, I ain't kill the pussy, but it's at hospice (It's at hospice) Beat the feds, snitches and rivals, you know the gauntlet Provide hope like Bron, and I promise (I promise) But still pop a Drac' (Uh), huh Like the grandpa of Adonis (Of Adonis) All these toxins, I need a colonic Cee-lo trips (Cee-lo trips), three sixes, you'd think I'm demonic (Yeah) I was hooked on chronic when y'all was hooked on phonics (Huh) But jottin' down on a loose leaf got me a groupie (Got me a groupie) They said I should sign with Puff and wear a Coogi (Wear a Coogi) 'Cause I'm doin' big thangs (I'm doin' big thangs) Hoppin' on tracks, leavin' shit stains (Shit stains) Bruiser Wolf, cooler than a nickname (A nickname, a nickname) Psh, uh The crew rich, but ain't shit changed (Bruiser) [Verse 2: Fat Ray] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, roll up the cigar Repertoire used by me, the F-A-T Is you seein' what I'm seein'? We can make a killin' And stack it to the ceilin', boom The F and N been cocked, this butta out the Ziploc At the pit stop competition gon' block Resistance, I'ma go the distance It's a hit, me and Wolf back lit Bet the gang beat your ass if you sneak it Let a nigga hear your new shit, they gon' leak it, the industry the weakest See me, B that is, R that is You is ER, I see y'all squares Don't you know my nigga Danny fuckin' fed they kids? Fuck your podcast, it ain't fuckin' with his That's how it is, this shit is brewed out Fuck a freak bitch, they gettin' flewed out I'm finna ball, feelin' like I'm in Snowfall All y'all livin' for likes and follows All my bullets hollow, my bitch gon' swallow happily Now download the app for free and spark the tree, what's kief