Retro!

Keep on flexin’ those muscles!

[Hook: Retro Messiah]
N***a bit my swag. I should call you my son
Gold on my neck. Shit shine the sun
.45 on my hip. Buss that bitch and you gon’ run
Fuckin’ on ya bitch: That’s the shit I do for fun
Countin’ up the money all day long
Bitch, a lotto blunt; Yeah, I’m smokin’ on that strong
Call yo bitch a dog ‘cause she only want the bone
Hi-tech trappin’, drop it off with a drone

[Verse 1: Retro Messiah]
Please bag back, you can’t hit my gas pack
Rollin’ skimp blunts; that’s that shit I laugh at
Pourin’ hi-tech like a fuckin’ lab rat
Smoke yo bitch out just because her ass fat
Skateboard swag; I feel like Rodney Mullen
I’on give a fuck. I’ll slap ya ass out in public
Check my chain out, but n***a, please don’t touch it
My ratchet like a ratchet bitch the way it get the bussin’
All these n***as cuffin’ all these broke ass hoes
Only thing I’m worried ‘bout is a bankroll
Bitches be broke steady thinkin’ they a goddess
Get some fuckin’ money, hoe and stop actin’ childish
[Hook: Retro Messiah]
N***a bit my swag. I should call you my son
Gold on my neck. Shit shine the sun
.45 on my hip. Buss that bitch and you gon’ run
Fuckin’ on ya bitch: That’s the shit I do for fun
Countin’ up the money all day long
Bitch, a lotto blunt; Yeah, I’m smokin’ on that strong
Call yo bitch a dog ‘cause she only want the bone
Hi-tech trappin’, drop it off with a drone

[Verse 2: Yung Texaco]
Ayy! Big dope smokin’. I said fuck my P.O
And I’m big face countin’. Bitch it’s what I D-O
I done hit a couple stains. But don’t nobody know
I keep sticks in my terrain. Keep a chop at the do’
We don’t do sneak diss, that ain’t street shit
We just pull up and eat shit
Me and my n***as ride with Udonis
Swear that we be on that heat shit
I’m with the trees lit, in a flee fit
Mackin’ on a lil’ freak bitch
She said I’m the flyest she ever seen
Everything I got on cost a fee
Hop in a fast car then speed
Flexed on whip; boy, you usin’ yo feet
Hop out the Ghast, then I hop on the beat
I was 13 when I hopped in the streets
I was 14 when I hopped in the cheeks
Ride for my dog ‘cause my dog ride for me
I don’t wanna be nobody but me
“Ya name Texaco? What?”, that’s a damn enemy
[Hook: Retro Messiah]
N***a bit my swag. I should call you my son
Gold on my neck. Shit shine the sun
.45 on my hip. Buss that bitch and you gon’ run
Fuckin’ on ya bitch: That’s the shit I do for fun
Countin’ up the money all day long
Bitch, a lotto blunt; Yeah, I’m smokin’ on that strong
Call yo bitch a dog ‘cause she only want the bone
Hi-tech trappin’, drop it off with a drone