Welcome 2 Carver Shores (Lyrics)

What are some terms or some frasses one might hear in the city of Orlando right about now
Oh Jit, YG, Uh Uh that lil skirrrt shit we use that shit

Uh, Ay, Yuh, Talk to um
Young n***a with a big dog status, I let my nuts hang/
Right there in Poppy Park, we turnt into a gun range/
Carver Shores is where I grew up, to trappin and gun slang/
Waiting on my chance to make it out, finally the bus came/
I really waited till the bus came/
On the road to riches, now I’m back out of the bus lane/
Being broke can’t be an option, there ain’t no such thing/
Play with me I don’t do no talking, pussy I bust brains/
Thеse streets go me like this, causing mika so much pain/
But now I hit thе gas off in the mustang/
All white coupe with the red interior, seats flooded out with blood just like a period/
Coming hard when I’m on the beat, this shit so serious/
I be tryna preach when I talk, but they ain’t hearing it/ (they ain’t hearing it)
Well let me say this shit clearer/
Old n!gg@s hate on the youngins, they need a new swag/
Old faces still on that money I got a new bag/
I was head first in these streets just movin to fast/
Now they really hate that I shine, them n1gg@s to mad/
Dam Poody how you do dat/
Go escalate I’m just a few steps from living lavish/
Reaching for the top, with the stars I gotta grab it/
Special kinda n!gg@ I ain’t nothin like ya average/
Cuz every chance I get on my momma, they gotta have it/
Just know I’m a do um nasty/
Youngin life a movie, when I ain’t tryna be flashy/
Son of a boss, yeah I be stuntin like my daddy/
But now I got the ball, and they keep beggin me to pass it/
Jump behind the wheel, foot on the gas and I’m a mash it/
Man I don’t do no cappin/