RETROGRADE (feat. Goozer)
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
(Okay!)
Talk baby, walk baby
Drainin' all of my funds baby
You ain't on the fuckin wave of love
I'm pushing up baby
Bruce Wayne and you're Robin
Just a kid from Blue Island
You ain't on my timing
Walking in, bitch i'm stylin'
Talkin crazy you wildin' (Yuh)
Pull up with a fresh fur coat
With a Sasquatch skinned ass tote
Get your ass beat when you "fafo"
I got em like woah
Battery dead, know that you're low
Hate seeing X so I give her an O
She don't like the back
So I put her on a boat
What!
My tummy hurt
Okay bitch I fuckin heard
Rappin like my home ain't earth
Fuck you think you're doin nerd?
Tell you we cannot grow up
When we still barkin
Like we pups at bitches
Wishin, coochie, listens
Just to dip
And come to terms
That nothing's different
You bitches
Ain't know what's right
Ain't gon' laugh when I pull up with a knife
Life's all black, we as dark as the night
Claptrack shit, hittin wheelies on a bike
Room goes silent when i'm getting off the mic
Can't love a bitch but I swear I'm a dike
We fourth down and you spike?!
Like
I got that chrome silver
My mind is too obsessive
Flow me like a river
I don't want no progressive
Run up on that crimson red
Stomping with some timberlands
Finish him with my contraband
Get to the door Vincent said
I be making frontal lobe music
Because you bitches schizophrenic
But this shit is therapeutic
Slide it down like I'm Kris Bubic
Keep that money up
Like you ain't a lunatic
You acting hella looney
I don't think your in tune
I'm on a Another level, i'm on another tier
I am truly special, you better adhere
All the money embezzled, fuck a cashier
I meet with the devil, he said I'm chill
On me
On me
I don't care what you think
Got friends with some issues
Bring em to me
I am the vessel and I know jiujitsu
Go Demarcus, you a smartie
Obi-wan, need some toppin
Black ops zombies, with da corgi
Like a sidekick, fuck I'm robin
These popsicles make me feel so good
It's like some ecstasy
My brain exploded like a Kennedy
Are we done?
Alright
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
Let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
(Okay!)
Talk baby, walk baby
Drainin' all of my funds baby
You ain't on the fuckin wave of love
I'm pushing up baby
Bruce Wayne and you're Robin
Just a kid from Blue Island
You ain't on my timing
Walking in, bitch i'm stylin'
Talkin crazy you wildin' (Yuh)
Pull up with a fresh fur coat
With a Sasquatch skinned ass tote
Get your ass beat when you "fafo"
I got em like woah
Battery dead, know that you're low
Hate seeing X so I give her an O
She don't like the back
So I put her on a boat
What!
My tummy hurt
Okay bitch I fuckin heard
Rappin like my home ain't earth
Fuck you think you're doin nerd?
Tell you we cannot grow up
When we still barkin
Like we pups at bitches
Wishin, coochie, listens
Just to dip
And come to terms
That nothing's different
You bitches
Ain't know what's right
Ain't gon' laugh when I pull up with a knife
Life's all black, we as dark as the night
Claptrack shit, hittin wheelies on a bike
Room goes silent when i'm getting off the mic
Can't love a bitch but I swear I'm a dike
We fourth down and you spike?!
Like
I got that chrome silver
My mind is too obsessive
Flow me like a river
I don't want no progressive
Run up on that crimson red
Stomping with some timberlands
Finish him with my contraband
Get to the door Vincent said
I be making frontal lobe music
Because you bitches schizophrenic
But this shit is therapeutic
Slide it down like I'm Kris Bubic
Keep that money up
Like you ain't a lunatic
You acting hella looney
I don't think your in tune
I'm on a Another level, i'm on another tier
I am truly special, you better adhere
All the money embezzled, fuck a cashier
I meet with the devil, he said I'm chill
On me
On me
I don't care what you think
Got friends with some issues
Bring em to me
I am the vessel and I know jiujitsu
Go Demarcus, you a smartie
Obi-wan, need some toppin
Black ops zombies, with da corgi
Like a sidekick, fuck I'm robin
These popsicles make me feel so good
It's like some ecstasy
My brain exploded like a Kennedy
Are we done?
Alright
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
Let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Guzman, Michael Wajchert, Michael Wajchert Jr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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