40k Freestyle by Tae Retro Lyrics
[Intro]
(Sauron)
Uh-huh
Retro
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Call me flight attendant with the way I'm checkin' bags (Chill Retro)
I'm the reason why these rap nigga sound trash (Facts)
I can't stand rappers, most they lyrics really cap
Your woman crush really just a man in some drag (Oh my God)
Lyrically, you weak, sounding like a rapping trashcan
Thinkin' that you tough, you get done like the last man
Niggas used to hate, now they claimin' that they my fans
Show aggression while wearin' white, triple K clan (Retro!)
You better not talk
I woke up with good intentions
Tackle on the play, now he down, ain't no clippin' (It is)
Came an hour late, now she mad, now she trippin'
Something you can't find, that's exactly what I'm dripped in (Well that's it bruh)
What, what, what
Feel like Stella, Got My Groove Back
Claimin' that he tough, he ain't tough, where his crew at
Plasma gun, aim it right at you, why I do that
Rappers weird, I cannot conform with a face tat' (Nah)
Nah, I refuse to
I'm just flexin' on the industry
Way I hit beats, you would think I show no sympathy
'Cause I'm baggin' everything I see, like a shopping spree
Tackle everything that I play, that's the jock in me
After scrimmage, leave an after image when I'm done sprintin'
Tracks hittin', cause I'm flow switchin' with the most precision
No allegiance, triggers get to squeezin' like it's open season
Here's to creasin', leave a nigga leakin' if he known for tweakin'
Nah I'm kiddin, most of this was written like a golly scripture
Prolly hit you when he's off the liquor, that's a bad mixture
Not a quitter, niggas actin' bitter, I'm a track ripper
(Sauron)
Uh-huh
Retro
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Call me flight attendant with the way I'm checkin' bags (Chill Retro)
I'm the reason why these rap nigga sound trash (Facts)
I can't stand rappers, most they lyrics really cap
Your woman crush really just a man in some drag (Oh my God)
Lyrically, you weak, sounding like a rapping trashcan
Thinkin' that you tough, you get done like the last man
Niggas used to hate, now they claimin' that they my fans
Show aggression while wearin' white, triple K clan (Retro!)
You better not talk
I woke up with good intentions
Tackle on the play, now he down, ain't no clippin' (It is)
Came an hour late, now she mad, now she trippin'
Something you can't find, that's exactly what I'm dripped in (Well that's it bruh)
What, what, what
Feel like Stella, Got My Groove Back
Claimin' that he tough, he ain't tough, where his crew at
Plasma gun, aim it right at you, why I do that
Rappers weird, I cannot conform with a face tat' (Nah)
Nah, I refuse to
I'm just flexin' on the industry
Way I hit beats, you would think I show no sympathy
'Cause I'm baggin' everything I see, like a shopping spree
Tackle everything that I play, that's the jock in me
After scrimmage, leave an after image when I'm done sprintin'
Tracks hittin', cause I'm flow switchin' with the most precision
No allegiance, triggers get to squeezin' like it's open season
Here's to creasin', leave a nigga leakin' if he known for tweakin'
Nah I'm kiddin, most of this was written like a golly scripture
Prolly hit you when he's off the liquor, that's a bad mixture
Not a quitter, niggas actin' bitter, I'm a track ripper