[Intro: Tae Retro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Ayy, what I say? And they still tryna score, but we some—
Alright, look

[Verse 1: Tae Retro]
And they still tryna score, but we some rim protectors
I can tell them boys ain't on none, I can't sense the steppers
Spice talking got me paid, I'm a known perfector
Triple-doubles in out the game, was never lacking effort
I sent my doggy in the Mitten punching up, he need the golden gloves
Kept it real, I never trip when thеy ain't show me love
Money clеan, but please best believe it was out the mud
Down bad, I had to galvanize, but I am not the judge
I said, n***as swear they going hard, but on the rookie settings
Talk down, but ain't got no pape', that's a broke suggestion
These n***as won't have your back, that's the hardest lesson
And I really ran it up off the rapping sessions
Can't believe you think you got a read, I'm finna leave you guessing
He tried to get a shot off, but it was well contested
Sick I popped out and got dub, now they all congested
Stay on that side, don't hit my line, tryna change the message

[Verse 2: StanWill]
.308 hit his top, left it asymmetric
All that talking ain't respected if it ain't directed
Thirty on me with your bae like I hang with Stephen
Any function that you see me in, bitch, I came with weapons
Need to make a call to Maury, all these n***as Stan sons
All this fucking ice up on my wrist, it got my hand numb
Just because we blood don't make us bool, I be done blammed cuz
I could be the DPD, wouldn't hit your bitch with handcuffs
All these fucking rocks on my wrist
Funny how we in the Lam', we got chops in the whip
Funny how I crack her, boy, your bitch got popped in The Ritz
Funny-talking out his ass got him popped in his shit
Okay, okay, I'm with Tae Retro, but the Glock newgen
Playing with my green, I'll get you blew, then
Whip American, but all my bitches flewed in
Arm and fucking a leg, boy my 'fit cost two limbs
[Verse 3: Tae Retro]
I said everyday I'm in your girl's walls like the daily spin
Didn't take much, I still scored, that's a lazy win
Keep tabs of all the mental jabs, I don't need no friends
The beef was barely past nine, he was sleep by ten
N***as quick to turn handicapped when it's a hand to lend
N***as still playing kid games, what grade you in?
Finna hit the road with all my guys, like what states I'm in?
See a lotta n***as tryna wave-ride 'cause I done made the trend