[Intro]
*Gunshots*
Yup, yuh, yuh, yuh
Tae Retro
I don’t know man, they said they need my assistance
Hold on, Retro

[Verse]
No BO1, but I slide with the Makarov
Heating up now, so I might take my jacket off
I cut the beat, then I might throw the hatchet off
Claim that you 'bout it, then why you be acting soft?
Like I’m in Texas, I step back like Luka
I stay to myself, so I don’t need a shooter
Asthmatic n***a, I don’t smoke on hookahs
These digital n***as just beef on computers (Huh? What? No, sir)
Walk with the force like Anakin
Hall of fame badge, I maxed out my handling
Shorty in China, she only speak Mandarin
Resident Evil, I creep in your neighborhood
N***as couldn’t guard me when I hit the hardwood
I’m on the grind and I shine like a star could
I hit the flow, then I snap like some plywood
I’m here to take over like Raditz
I’m overpowered, they wish they could patch it (They could)
No, I don’t talk to a ratchet
She want some friction, I’m not with the static (I’m not)
McGrady, I move like the Magic
Tired of these n***as, they not even savage (Nah)
N***a, we know that you passive
Get off the mic and chill out with the capping
I pass out the paper like substitute teachers
I didn’t use to ball, so I sat on the bleachers
Off of the Perc', that boy is a tweaker
I can’t name a time I got carried on features
D-Generation, I’m kicking like Shawn
These n***as be weird, don’t know what they on
Log on the beat, I’m snapping dot-com
I’m mowing these tracks, like Hank with the lawn
[Outro]
Well, I guess this is the part where I thank y’all for the cooperation, huh?
Ha, I don’t know man
They gon' get tired of that eventually
Like Tae, why you always thanking us man?
But nah, for real, thank y’all for tuning in, bruh, I love y'all
Retro