[Intro: Tae Retro]
Hold on, Tae Retro

[Verse 1: Tae Retro and Cayo]
She told me to slide, she slid me the addy before I could reply to the sentence
This n***as not hard, they not finna shoot, like that one rapper from Memphis
I'm finna cook up like I learn from a chemist
They say I'm the G.O.A.T. before I even finish
You n***as be going out sad for a mention
These n***as ain't hard as they claim and I meant it (Wait, hold on)
Feasting on beats, what's a menu?
The flow get you out of your body like Ginyu
The money is something that I just attend to
This n***a just act for the 'Gram with no venue
Ran it up 'til I tear my meniscus
Ran it up like I care 'bout my fitness
You hear the song like, "Retro, you did this?"
A pure slasher, how I came with the quickness (Wait, hold on)
Top five and it's not even debatable
He tried to keep up, but he know he incapable
They wanna use me, but I'm never available
You n***as is sadly mistaken
I snatch the crown 'cause it's up for the taking
N***as hating and it's obviously blatant
I keep quiet 'bout the money I'm making
And I just 3-0'd the beat, in other words, I done caught me a body (Woah)
And you ain't gotta speak on my snapping 'cause honestly, I just do it for hobby (Woah, woah)
Picture a room without Retro, hard to do 'cause they can't ever crop me (Woah, woah)
And I'm far up, you pray on my fall, well, I'd love to see you come stop me (Woah, woah)
[Verse 2: Cayo and Tae Retro]
I'm not no capping n***a
Woke up to that bag, lil' n***a
It ain't 'bout what you jack, lil' n***a
I got moves like I was Jag', don't you say you smoke that pack, lil' n***a
'Cause my gang gon' have to get you
My bitch, she look too bad, lil' n***a
Might hop out and crash the whip
And you know I don't even play that shit
Go 'head, go 'head, play with my shit
And I can't leave without my kit
I love her, can't play my bitch
I'm from VA, it's channel 396
Block boy, don't get put in the mix
You know you not meant for this
Man, I'm finna spin your shit (Brrr) (Ahem, Tae Retro)

[Verse 3: Tae Retro]
On the beat, I'm throwing punches like Kakarot
Your boy ain't tough, man, you know that he act a lot
Making money, Retro really do stack a lot
You wanna slide, but that's too detrimental
How you gon' slide if it's not beneficial?
He not a thinker, so they cracking his mental
It turns out that that's not very simple
And I got the sauce that I'm keeping a secret
I'll never release it 'cause n***as be stealing
And I keep it real because that's all that I know
I do not see the point in me tryna spare feelings
If you wanna battle, it's not recommendable
I'm too turnt, got me feeling invincible
He said he shooting, best believe that it's fictional
You want a verse, then the fee is additional
[Verse 4: Cayo and Tae Retro]
Bitch ass n***a, go 'head, get out of my way
Before all my n***as gon' spray (Uh)
Bad bitch let me beat her face
Uh, Tay-K, we done did that race
And I can't stand here and play no games (Uh)
And I'm like, "Ain't no way" (Uh)
Just hear the 808's (Uh)
It take your pain away
And all of my n***as ain't going for nothing
Stepback shooter, might shoot yo' muffin
He said he gon' run my shit, he bluffing
This squad, all my n***as coming (Yeah)

[Outro: Tae Retro]
Either you real or either you fake, there is no ground in the middle
When I'm in the stu', I'm known to lash out, no, I cannot keep it civil
Tae Retro, uh
Tae Retro
Yeah