My Son lyrics

Retro!

Keep on flexin’ those muscles!

[Hook: Retro Messiah]
n*gga bit my swag. I should call you my son
Gold on my neck. sh*t shine the sun
.45 on my hip. Buss that b*tch and you gon’ run
f*ckin’ on ya b*tch: That’s the sh*t I do for fun
Countin’ up the money all day long
b*tch, a lotto blunt; Yeah, I’m smokin’ on that strong
Call yo b*tch a dog ‘cause she only want the bone
Hi-tech trappin’, drop it off with a drone

[Verse 1: Retro Messiah]
Please bag back, you can’t hit my gas pack
Rollin’ skimp blunts; that’s that sh*t I laugh at
Pourin’ hi-tech like a f*ckin’ lab rat
Smoke yo b*tch out just because her ass fat
Skateboard swag; I feel like Rodney Mullen
I’on give a f*ck. I’ll slap ya ass out in public
Check my chain out, but n*gga, please don’t touch it
My ratchet like a ratchet b*tch the way it get the bussin’
All these n*ggas cuffin’ all these broke ass hoes
Only thing I’m worried ‘bout is a bankroll
b*tches be broke steady thinkin’ they a goddess
Get some f*ckin’ money, hoe and stop actin’ childish
[Hook: Retro Messiah]
n*gga bit my swag. I should call you my son
Gold on my neck. sh*t shine the sun
.45 on my hip. Buss that b*tch and you gon’ run
f*ckin’ on ya b*tch: That’s the sh*t I do for fun
Countin’ up the money all day long
b*tch, a lotto blunt; Yeah, I’m smokin’ on that strong
Call yo b*tch a dog ‘cause she only want the bone
Hi-tech trappin’, drop it off with a drone

[Verse 2: Yung Texaco]
Ayy! Big dope smokin’. I said f*ck my P.O
And I’m big face countin’. b*tch it’s what I D-O
I done hit a couple stains. But don’t nobody know
I keep sticks in my terrain. Keep a chop at the do’
We don’t do sneak diss, that ain’t street sh*t
We just pull up and eat sh*t
Me and my n*ggas ride with Udonis
Swear that we be on that heat sh*t
I’m with the trees lit, in a flee fit
Mackin’ on a lil’ freak b*tch
She said I’m the flyest she ever seen
Everything I got on cost a fee
Hop in a fast car then speed
Flexed on whip; boy, you usin’ yo feet
Hop out the Ghast, then I hop on the beat
I was 13 when I hopped in the streets
I was 14 when I hopped in the cheeks
Ride for my dog ‘cause my dog ride for me
I don’t wanna be nobody but me
“Ya name Texaco? What?”, that’s a damn enemy
[Hook: Retro Messiah]
n*gga bit my swag. I should call you my son
Gold on my neck. sh*t shine the sun
.45 on my hip. Buss that b*tch and you gon’ run
f*ckin’ on ya b*tch: That’s the sh*t I do for fun
Countin’ up the money all day long
b*tch, a lotto blunt; Yeah, I’m smokin’ on that strong
Call yo b*tch a dog ‘cause she only want the bone
Hi-tech trappin’, drop it off with a drone