RETRO FREESTYLE lyrics

[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 sh*t hurt
You is a dork, a lame, a squirt
Yo b*tch a 5, but my b*tch 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 b*tch 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*gga 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*gga levitate
She hit my line when she want me to penetrate
Guess what, she like my swag
Fresh as hell, n*gga, like yo dad
Pass the blunt, n*gga, 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*gga 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 f*ck 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*ggas chicken
Flexin’ in front of the hoes but the b*tches
How is you totin’ a Glock with extensions?
You poppin’ that sh*t, 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*ggas broke. Man, they can’t buy a beat
This sh*t 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