retro messiah – retro freestyle lyrics
[verse]
i get the cash, then i gotta go
12 on my back so my foot on the flo’
i hit the gas and then it go skrt!
she pop a molly then take off her skirt
i get the guap, but don’t clock into work
i beat up the box when i pop me a perc
yo pockets so skinny. i know that sh-t hurt
you is a dork, a lame, a squirt
yo b-tch a 5, but my b-tch a 10
you in the scatpack, we in the benz
pull up to the hood, they like “where you been?”
i been at the crib wit yo b-tch and her friend
flexin’ my muscles, i feel like a heavyweight
countin’ up racks you would think i work real estate
gang! gang! gang! we gon’ throw it up in ya face
catch a n-gga down back ridin’ on the interstate
she gimme neck, then y’all go on a dinner date
you got a salad. but she got a tender steak
i get so high that a young n-gga levitate
she hit my line when she want me to penetrate
guess what: she like my swag
fresh as h-ll; n-gga, like yo dad
p-ss the blunt; n-gga, like steve nash
wake up early mornings countin’ up cash
got a papercut from countin’ too fast
hollup, baby! that -ss too fat
got so many hoes, i feel like the mack
everyday a n-gga wearin’ all black
when it’s dark you don’t know where i’m at
you smokin’ mid. we smokin’ on thrax
this is exotic, so we gotta tax
after i f-ck her, then she attached
she suck it with braces, but don’t leave a scratch
i’m really out in the field like a foreman
you sit on yo -ss like eggs gon’ hatch
what do that mean? these n-ggas chicken
flexin’ in front of the hoes but the b-tches
how is you totin’ a glock with extensions?
you poppin’ that sh-t, but you missin’ by inches
did i say inches? oops, i mean feet
you not compet-tion. so you can’t compete
i am the king. she kissin’ my feet
i’m not being funny. she kissin’ my sneaks
these n-ggas broke. man, they can’t buy a beat
this sh-t is pitiful. literally weak
what you make in a month i make in a week
u-saint laurent. they cover my feet
mask on, but it’s no trick-or-treat
run in yo house in get somethin’ to eat
i cook a burger while you gettin’ beat
i guess that we both had a servin’ of beef
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