[Intro: Tae Retro]
Ahem, alright
Alright, you know what, n***as ain't expect this
Yeah, yeah (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Hold on, Tae Retro

[Verse 1: Tae Retro]
These n***as, they not really tough, they hop on the 'Gram and switch up the narrative
Yeah, I can score, but I rather assist, I'm something like "Pistol Pete" Maravich
On the topic of death, I'm not really for it, but don't ever think that I'm scared of it
I know this one Muslim, he move like a boss, he only know how to speak Arabic (Tae Retro)
If I retire, I'm known as the G.O.A.T., I'm something like '93 Jordan
It's kinda ironic that I stopped hooping, but in real life, I'm scoring
You swear that you lit by your image, reality speaking, we know that you boring
This lil' ho is chasing, I call her a sprinter, but I'm not the one that's touring (Haha)
They ain't the ones that's winning, huh
N***a, this just the beginning
I'm finna slide in a minute, huh
He swear he a shooter, he kidding, huh
And I need a brief intermission, huh
Tae Retro, I'm on a mission
I just had me an epiphany, I don't understand why these n***as be sick of me
Used to be mad, that's the bitter me
No, I'm not famous, you still can't belittle me
I got the power, I keep it a mystery, me and the beat got history
My head is level, so you cannot trigger me, I am not here for the trickery
She wanna be saved, I'm not with the chivalry, now she see me as her enemy
[Verse 2: Slump6s]
Presidential, I'm feeling like Kennedy
She really think that Dakota the remedy
I put the chop in the sky like a butterfly, putting him right in the ground like a centipede
Man, I been on the block like a center
I get the pack in the mail like a letter
That girl a whole vegetarian by the way she eat the meat up, I already fed her
They sleeping on me like a mattress
Calling me Hollywood, I ain't an actress
That boy a square, n***a, shout out to 'Bob, n***a, I been a star and I ain't talking Patrick
(Brrrt) That money calling my phone
I'm balling hard like I'm Karl Malone
I'm Lil' 6, but they call me Atlanta, the way that these n***as be all in my zone
We winging shit and I ain't talking B-Dubs
I ain't DaBaby, the beat, it get beat up
Shoutout to Zack, but I stay with the drac', and I ain't talking bout the one hanging with Bia
You mad that I'm scoring, I tell em' to D up
You n***as cheap like the shit at Ikea
These n***as mad 'cause I'm first in the race, n***a, only advice I can give is to keep up

[Verse 3: wolfacejoeyy]
Hi, (Okay) hello (Hey)
Got my shooter with me like Carmelo
Got an Asian ho, with me, she love when she see me, I'm all in her kitty like hello
Feel like Yachty, she blow like a cello
In a 'Rarri, you know that its yellow
Got a white bitch, her ass jiggle like jello
My lil' n***a with knives, we call him Donatello
I ain't gonna do it, my lil' n***a really gon' do it
My brother pop out, he gon' shoot it
Lil shawty, I'm zooted
This not a gang, it's a movement
Not making bread, n***a, move it
Uh, stupid, tell that lil' bitch I'm not Cupid
She still sending you to recluse it
Or maybe I'm just too exclusive
Lil' shawty, what you doing? Shawty, you intrusive, uh
They like, "How the fuck this n***a came from producing?"
How the fuck this n***a switchin' up right in my face? Man, this shit is really confusing
How the fuck these n***as posted up with all these guns, when you know damn well you not shooting?
Uh, uh, Lil' Joey, Retro and Slump, we beat the beat, it's abusive, uh
[Outro: wolfacejoeyy]
Woah