80 Bands !
Tae Retro
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[Verse]
When I'm in the stu', always dropping knowledge like a known scholar
How he balling? I just check the roster, he ain't even starting
Keep a stick, he don't wanna fight, LOL to sparring
Talking down, but these niggas know next year, we be charting
Any situation, niggas know I shoot like VanVleet
Niggas love my Trillers, I be dancing in the pantry
Your girl talk to me because she say I'm what you can't be
How ironic that I run the game, but I'm no athlete
I got hoes that know I keep a phone, but never get my digits
You got friends that swear they down to ride, next week, they be snitching
I got niggas begging for a feat', why they always tripping?
You got fans that swear your music hard, but they never listen
Twenty bands, twenty bands, now like forty bands
Forty bands, fifty bands, now like eighty bands
Eighty bands, what's the plan? How that's really your man?
Fifty bands, cut in half, I just made her dance
I don't show no sympathy 'cause most these niggas enemies
I'm a different entity, I'm sick, but there's no remedy
Told the truth like Kennedy, I know this rap is meant to be
Shorty out in Tennessee, I'm sliding down her chimney
And nobody really cold as us, really cold as us
I wake 'em up like Folgers cup, just like Folgers cup
I knew that boy ain't toting, bruh, I just showed a shrug
Stop acting like you ain't noticed us, they ain't tough as us
[Outro]
I ain't even gon' lie, bruh, I freestyled some of this, bruh
I– I mean, niggas gon' feel it regardless though, so, you know what I'm saying
Um, I need me an ad-lib bit, you know how that go
Retro
When I'm in the stu', always dropping knowledge like a known scholar
How he balling? I just check the roster, he ain't even starting
Keep a stick, he don't wanna fight, LOL to sparring
Talking down, but these niggas know next year, we be charting
Any situation, niggas know I shoot like VanVleet
Niggas love my Trillers, I be dancing in the pantry
Your girl talk to me because she say I'm what you can't be
How ironic that I run the game, but I'm no athlete
I got hoes that know I keep a phone, but never get my digits
You got friends that swear they down to ride, next week, they be snitching
I got niggas begging for a feat', why they always tripping?
You got fans that swear your music hard, but they never listen
Twenty bands, twenty bands, now like forty bands
Forty bands, fifty bands, now like eighty bands
Eighty bands, what's the plan? How that's really your man?
Fifty bands, cut in half, I just made her dance
I don't show no sympathy 'cause most these niggas enemies
I'm a different entity, I'm sick, but there's no remedy
Told the truth like Kennedy, I know this rap is meant to be
Shorty out in Tennessee, I'm sliding down her chimney
And nobody really cold as us, really cold as us
I wake 'em up like Folgers cup, just like Folgers cup
I knew that boy ain't toting, bruh, I just showed a shrug
Stop acting like you ain't noticed us, they ain't tough as us
[Outro]
I ain't even gon' lie, bruh, I freestyled some of this, bruh
I– I mean, niggas gon' feel it regardless though, so, you know what I'm saying
Um, I need me an ad-lib bit, you know how that go
Retro
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