Retro Tron

(You gotta fuck it up, Getta Beats)
(Not everybody can record me)
(Bitch, you definitely can't record me)
Hey, hey
Ain't it my choice? Ain't it my life?
I'm out in Five Points, getting high-high
Like a hippie, five joints, cup tie-dye
You the type to score nine points, sit the sideline
We gon' sip till the pint empty, hey
We gon' smoke till the bowl gone, hey
Bad ho, only like Benjis, hey
Bitch diggin' for some rose gold, ayy
Turn a cup of ice to a snow cone, hey
Turn a cup of Sprite to a snow globe, hey
They don't follow by the bro code
You ain't gotta type, all you follow's broke hoes
Oh, that's your ho? That's my lil' go-go
You a rat, so your son, he a lil' po-po
Dub on the screwbacks, lil' JoJo
You would think I'm from the crab
Do a lil' showboat when I walk out
Shootin' pills out, it used to be Joe Dumars
They used to be shy, nowadays hoes two-guards
Eyes low, you would think I know Kumar
You would think it's Star Wars, I clone Tukar
You a punch guy, I clear two carts
Exotic in the leaf, boy, I'm blowing rhubarb
This bitch morph chrome, boy, I need a new heart
Control, alt, deletin' hoes, I don't need a tool bar
I heard they said they want the retro Tron back
I feel 'em though, shit, I want the retro Wock' back
Huh, hey, I wanna pour up in the live wire
Where the retro pops at?
Bitch a rabbit, I ain't even have to set a cheese trap
He ain't even got a mattress, just a set of bean bags
You would think this bitch had a extra set of knee caps
If she come out in that bonnet, I'ma lay my seat back
All I think's racks
Lil' brodie out his shit, all he think's straps
It's so dark, all he think's black
Try to teach fuzz how to rap, but all he think's trap
I guess all he think's rap
Ever since I watched The Wire, all I think's taps
Shit, when we talkin', I don't wanna see jacks
Rich fuck, thinkin' caps be Supreme hats
I don't got a heart, I think I bleed black
I don't give a fuck, I gotta speak facts
Alfredo guts all inside the cream 'Lac
When it's wartime, you gotta know that you can't re-rap
Bitch, how is you an esky? You ain't got no client
I can tell you never made no money, shit, you gotta try it
If I'm lyin', then I swear to God I'm flyin'
They like "Tron, lock in", but I swear to God I'm tryin'
Every day, every night, you know?
Better fight back, you gon' lose every fight you don't
Ain't you finna grind for the life you want?
Gotta know I shine before the ice I own
Zip your lips with the zips, boy, we like 'bout bows
Y'all just stay at home crib, livin' life like hoes
A movie might be too short, shit, my life like shows
High as hell, turnin' left on the opps block
Tryna right my wrongs
Where the Morty at?
Your bitch on my Pickle Rick, get your shorty jacked
With her lil' horny ass
Bust all that junk food, pop .40 black
Blood'll slide with machete in this gory bag
You the type to get re-rocked, you dimwit
You know BabyTron cut like my wrist slit
I pull up rockin' Rick on some slick shit
You a pig, so your daughter she a piglet
When they hear this, they gon' say I did my big one
All the hoes was fine, shit, I didn't wanna pick one (Man)
How the fuck you ain't get one?
Oh, they wanna play? I'll pull a trick one
Talkin' 'bout a skit? I'll pull a quick one
Brr-ow, I'll pull a flip one
My Zaga Zod fuel low, let me twist one
I guess he had Jesus with him, how he miss 'em?
Every thought, ah-ha
Everything I talk about, it be currently
Had a dream that they chalked out and murdered me
Then I woke up laughin', they wouldn't hurt a bee
Zips, three-fifty, drop-offs at the service fee
Catch 'em out and I'ma do that shit in the worst degree
I don't know about you (I don't know)
I don't know about you, but every day be the first to me

ShittyBoyz Dog$hit Militia
Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris
You know the script, T-Double-H-L shit
You know the script, huh, hey, huh
SBDSM, Troncic
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