Retro Flow lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?
Ayy, ayy, 150 Dream Team, huh

[Verse]
Packs came in, roll a wood to see what the gas like (Posto)
Welcome to the fast life, buy Hemi to see what the dash like (Skrrt)
Used to ride Buicks, Tauruses (What?), now I get 10k for choruses (Ayy)
Pull up hoppin' outta foreign sh*t, splash brothers with me, scorin' sh*t (Woo)
Foenem sl*ttin' hoes, all on tour sh*t, fine freak b*tches, don't want boring sh*t
Remember youngins sleeping on the floor sh*t, check my bank account, my sh*t enormounis
I mean enormous (I mean enormous), big books on me, no thesaurus (No thesaurus)
I never lied even back when I was broke, these other rappers act C.B.4. sh*t (Act C.B.4. sh*t)
Hundred thousand, probably saw like four of them, back up on my sh*t I need some more of them (I need some more of them)
Never satisfied, I need millions, n*ggas sitting 'round, it's civilians
It's civilians, n*ggas killin' 'em, old ladies, man, even children
Real street n*gga, I ain't feelin' it, but when it come to beef, I ain't feeling sh*t
n*ggas say they see the opps, they spilling 'em, everytime they see the opps they missin' 'em
Hit the innocent, go do sentences, we don't play around, lil bro finish 'em (Lil bro finish 'em)
Soberer than a b*tch, I ain't been sippin' sh*t, stacking hundreds, making forties, little sh*t (Ayy)
sh*t ridiculous, used to shop at corner stores with fifty cents, probably died trying not to mention it
I had beef up in my hood like 50 Cent (What?), but I ain't ever have to make a many man (I ain't ever have to make a many man)
Know my death was wanted bad by many man, so you know I gotta keep it with me then (So you know I gotta)
Forty glizzy with me, come and get me then (Come and get me then)
Kill a n*gga, Lord, oh forgive me, foenem f*ck around and get me him (Huh? Gang)
And sometimes, sh*t, it just remind me of nights at the club again
No security was searching me, you know that I'ma get the burner in (I got it)
150 Dream Team behind me, always looking grimey (Always looking grimey)
And as far as trouble, we don't want none, but we still a find it (n*gga)
I'm from Chiraq, this the lifestyle, I don't even mind it (I don't even mind it)
Hollows in the forty-five, X.D., beam on the side of it (Got 'em)
I can't trust these hoes, see yo house, put n*ggas right on it (See yo house, put n*ggas right on it)
f*ck that b*tch in a hotel, kick her out, I put my life on it (Kick her out, I put my life on it)
I ain't worried about no n*ggas, you know that I keep my pipe on it (You know that I keep my pipe on it)
I ain't saying nobody can get me but I see suspicion, I'm right on it (I see suspicion, I'm right on it)
Let a n*gga catch me slipping, you know I deserve it (You know I deserve it)
Rather go out in the foreign, on the e-way swervin' (Skrrt, yoom)
When I die, don't let no pus*y n*ggas in my service (What?)
My view be so high in the sky, my phone don't got no service (Damn)
I get high and think of all them nights when I was serving (When I was serving)
Never went through no peer pressure, lived my life on purpose (Lived my life on purpose)
If you alive and don't get paper, you ain't got no purpose (f*ck n*gga)
What the f*ck up with the world? Everybody savage (What?)
Nobody wanna be no doctors, all the shorties get clapped at (All the shorties get clapped at)
Ain't nobody going to college, all of the shorties on Snapchat (All of the shorties on Snapchat, damn)