Like Im In Houston 3 by Tae Retro Lyrics
[Verse]
Tae Retro, I'm making history
He say he a shooter, he kiddin’ me
He callin' me bro, but he is no kin to me
I cut hoes even, I'm good with the symmetry
I got a red dot for the enemy
He wanna earn stripes, so we catchin’ a penalty
I'm a team player, I cook fundamentally
She on my tip, then I hit expeditiously (Ayy, wait, hold on)
Flow scientific, I'm studyin' protons
These niggas ain't shootin', they just playin' SOCOM
Lock up in Dallas, I post up like Boban
You say your lil' shooter be shootin’, then why that lil’ boy got his meter on?
Hot in the stu' like, who just turned the heater on?
Crackily snappin’, like who turned the speakers on?
Me and my boys on the rise, I'm lookin' at comp' like, who really stoppin’?
And my flow elite like Nike, I hop on the beat with the punch, started sockin'
And I'm ballin' on niggas, pull up to your street shootin' J's, but no, I'm not walkin'
And these ho's be burstin' with feathers, they flockin' together, so no, I'm not hawkin'
Mr. X, how I walk to your resident
I'm the G.O.A.T., well, we know that it's evident
Hate rappers, niggas know that I'm prejudice
Not a pilgrim, I ain't doin' no settlin'
Might drop a disc, do destruction like Krillin
If she from Chicago, you know that I'm drillin'
The whip color yellow, you know that I'm peelin'
I feel like I'm Weezy, I don't have a ceiling
Tae Retro, I'm making history
He say he a shooter, he kiddin' me
This nigga lame like, where is his dignity?
She all on my woody, I bust 'til infinity
And no, you cannot get rid of me
And these niggas sick 'cause they can't find the remedy
I'm nice with the pen like I study calligraphy
I'm grindin' all night, had to upgrade abilities
Oops, silly me
Droppin' these hits, I don't care who be feelin' me
If you gonna slide, better come with an infantry
The flow paranormal, you hear the activity
[Outro]
Uh, uh, Tae Retro, uh
Tae Retro, uh
Hold on, Tae Retro
Tae Retro, I'm making history
He say he a shooter, he kiddin’ me
He callin' me bro, but he is no kin to me
I cut hoes even, I'm good with the symmetry
I got a red dot for the enemy
He wanna earn stripes, so we catchin’ a penalty
I'm a team player, I cook fundamentally
She on my tip, then I hit expeditiously (Ayy, wait, hold on)
Flow scientific, I'm studyin' protons
These niggas ain't shootin', they just playin' SOCOM
Lock up in Dallas, I post up like Boban
You say your lil' shooter be shootin’, then why that lil’ boy got his meter on?
Hot in the stu' like, who just turned the heater on?
Crackily snappin’, like who turned the speakers on?
Me and my boys on the rise, I'm lookin' at comp' like, who really stoppin’?
And my flow elite like Nike, I hop on the beat with the punch, started sockin'
And I'm ballin' on niggas, pull up to your street shootin' J's, but no, I'm not walkin'
And these ho's be burstin' with feathers, they flockin' together, so no, I'm not hawkin'
Mr. X, how I walk to your resident
I'm the G.O.A.T., well, we know that it's evident
Hate rappers, niggas know that I'm prejudice
Not a pilgrim, I ain't doin' no settlin'
Might drop a disc, do destruction like Krillin
If she from Chicago, you know that I'm drillin'
The whip color yellow, you know that I'm peelin'
I feel like I'm Weezy, I don't have a ceiling
Tae Retro, I'm making history
He say he a shooter, he kiddin' me
This nigga lame like, where is his dignity?
She all on my woody, I bust 'til infinity
And no, you cannot get rid of me
And these niggas sick 'cause they can't find the remedy
I'm nice with the pen like I study calligraphy
I'm grindin' all night, had to upgrade abilities
Oops, silly me
Droppin' these hits, I don't care who be feelin' me
If you gonna slide, better come with an infantry
The flow paranormal, you hear the activity
[Outro]
Uh, uh, Tae Retro, uh
Tae Retro, uh
Hold on, Tae Retro