Retro (feat. Chopptrigg & Boss Supreme)
Cartier watch in His and Hers
G Wagon Benz when I bend the curve
Cut some bitches off all dey did was Splurge
Hol on let me get my Bagg Right
When a nigga broke dont none if these bitches act right
I was in da Yo Recording this shit from Last Night
Quite selling Dope I know I said that shit Last time
But you know shit Happen
I spend my last 10 thousand at Magic
I caught him slipping down bad in Traffic
That bitch ass nigga said "Bruh you can Have It
Said he got kids they don't wanna Loose Daddy
Fuckin on a lightskin she tatted
I wouldn't care if she Bougie or Ratchet
BM Slid in my DM Getting this Money from AM to PM I just don't be Rappin
Ran it up Quick wit my Savage
I went Legit He still in dem Trenches Gambling
I rolled two sevens on Campbellton
100 Round Clip aint no need to call the Ambulance
I kill the Pain wit dis Medicine She call me Vick all these Sevens im Scrambling
Smokin OG wit OYG we Panicking Yeaaaahhh
Roccin Retro Diors
Money keep fallin let shit hit da floor
My young nigga might shoot up the store
How you know we been thrue it Before
Wasn't Worried bout music Before
Cause I was Broke in da Ghetto
I ran it up in some Retros
Trap House be Boomin like Metro
My Traphouse be boomin
G Wagon Benz when I bend the curve
Cut some bitches off all dey did was Splurge
Hol on let me get my Bagg Right
When a nigga broke dont none if these bitches act right
I was in da Yo Recording this shit from Last Night
Quite selling Dope I know I said that shit Last time
But you know shit Happen
I spend my last 10 thousand at Magic
I caught him slipping down bad in Traffic
That bitch ass nigga said "Bruh you can Have It
Said he got kids they don't wanna Loose Daddy
Fuckin on a lightskin she tatted
I wouldn't care if she Bougie or Ratchet
BM Slid in my DM Getting this Money from AM to PM I just don't be Rappin
Ran it up Quick wit my Savage
I went Legit He still in dem Trenches Gambling
I rolled two sevens on Campbellton
100 Round Clip aint no need to call the Ambulance
I kill the Pain wit dis Medicine She call me Vick all these Sevens im Scrambling
Smokin OG wit OYG we Panicking Yeaaaahhh
Roccin Retro Diors
Money keep fallin let shit hit da floor
My young nigga might shoot up the store
How you know we been thrue it Before
Wasn't Worried bout music Before
Cause I was Broke in da Ghetto
I ran it up in some Retros
Trap House be Boomin like Metro
My Traphouse be boomin
Credits
Writer(s): Airick Creighton
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