[Intro]
Hold on, Retro

[Verse]
N***as be capping, they know we ain't bros
On a feeling, n***a, might hit the woah
Hop on stage, n***a, might sell a show
Water whipping, I might travel the coast
N***as soft, he ain't toting no pistol
Arthur Morgan, I don't hang with O'Driscoll's
No cap, n***as know I'm official
N***as lame, why they acting so simple
Rush Hour, I'ma slide with an Asian
N***as foul, why they acting so flagrant?
In her mouth, baby, what is you tasting?
Chopper sing, almost named it Clay Aiken
"Ayy Retro, who that n***a right there?"
I don't know, why he acting so scared?
Flow easy, I might handle with care
I'm rather smooth, when I walk, they gon' stare
Hold on, wait, dip, swag on the beat
Shorty on me and I know she a freak
I don't brag, n***as know I'm unique
Send the beat, n***as know I'm gon' eat
Hop on the beat and I might get you pressured
Get the guap, then I dance like a jester
Made a play, I may have to call Lester
Tae Retro is a national treasure
I'm feeling like Iverson, good with the handle
N***a, you lame, your show getting cancelled
Too many hoes, I'm stuck in a scandal
Beat the handle, so I'm lit like a candle
All white like I'm up at the altar
Hit the woah, then I snatch up your daughter
He want beef, then you know I'ma slaughter
He a buster 'cause he hanging with Arthur
I don't talk, n***a, what is a convo?
[?] when I hit with the combo
Got the flow, n***a no, you can't borrow
She a baddie, I might call her tomorrow
How you get finessed? N***a, that ain't what I taught you
And I got the bag, don't even check me when I walk through
When I hit the woah, I'ma pull up to your avenue
Why she asking questions? I don't think that this an interview
How you get finessed? N***a, that ain't what I taught you
And I got the bag, don't even check me when I walk through
When I hit the woah, I'ma pull up to your avenue
Why she asking questions? I don't think that this an interview (Tae Retro)