Retro Messiah
RETRO FREESTYLE
[Verse]
I get the cash, then I gotta go
12 on my back so my foot on the flo’
I hit the gas and then it go SKRT!
She pop a molly then take off her skirt
I get the guap, but don’t clock into work
I beat up the box when I pop me a perc
Yo pockets so skinny. I know that shit hurt
You is a dork, a lame, a squirt
Yo bitch a 5, but my bitch a 10
You in the ScatPack, we in the Benz
Pull up to the hood, they like “Where you been?”
I been at the crib wit yo bitch and her friend
Flexin’ my muscles, I feel like a heavyweight
Countin’ up racks you would think I work real estate
Gang, gang, gang, we gon’ throw it up in ya face
Catch a n***a down back ridin’ on the interstate
She gimme neck, then y’all go on a dinner date
You got a salad. But she got a tender steak
I get so high that a young n***a levitate
She hit my line when she want me to penetrate
Guess what, she like my swag
Fresh as hell, n***a, like yo dad
Pass the blunt, n***a, like Steve Nash
Wake up early mornings countin’ up cash
Got a papercut from countin’ too fast
Hollup, baby, that ass too fat
Got so many hoes, I feel like the mack
Everyday a n***a wearin’ all black
When it’s dark you don’t know where I’m at
You smokin’ Mid. We smokin’ on thrax
This is exotic, so we gotta tax
After I fuck her, then she attached
She suck it with braces, but don’t leave a scratch
I’m really out in the field like a foreman
You sit on yo ass like eggs gon’ hatch
What do that mean? These n***as chicken
Flexin’ in front of the hoes but the bitches
How is you totin’ a Glock with extensions?
You poppin’ that shit, but you missin’ by inches
Did I say inches? Oops, I mean feet
You not competition. So you can’t compete
I am the king. she kissin’ my feet
I’m not being funny, she kissin’ my sneaks
These n***as broke. Man, they can’t buy a beat
This shit is pitiful, literally weak
What you make in a month I make in a week
U-Saint Laurent, they cover my feet
Mask on, but it’s no trick-or-treat
Run in yo house in get somethin’ to eat
I cook a burger while you gettin’ beat
I guess that we both had a servin’ of beef