Cornea

By Alretta

On iLike

Released on November 30, 2025

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[Intro]

Glock 17, Glock 17, Retta!

Glock 17, Glock 17, yeah

Retta hit it, yeah


[Chorus]

Why they say I'm popular? I ain't een poppin' it

Fifty thousand in my pocket, I don't need wallet it

Pink in the cup, styrofoam, I ain't mixin' it

Retta never gonna mess one of his songs up, he gon' make a hit

Why is she always arguing? That girl so corny, yeah

Cartier lenses on my face, I scratched my cornea

Why she always calling me? No, I ain't picking up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, green pockets always gettin' stuffed


[Verse 1]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, where you going? I ain't backin' up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you play with me and then it's up and stuck

Yeah, yеah, yeah, that girl lying, why she said she lovе me?

Yeah, yeah, she don't love me

She just love the guap (She just love the guap)

I get that bread it never stop (Bread it never stop)

Got them waiting for my music drop (Never waiting oh my)

That music trash, it got me sleeping rock

I been on my own so much, I don't know how to stop it

That lil' boy so humble, he don't know just how to pop it

I'm so good wit' numbers, accounting that money profit

She can't get enough of me, she in my pictures stalking

(She can't get enough of me, she in my pictures stalking)


[Chorus]

Why they say I'm popular? I ain't een poppin' it

Fifty thousand in my pocket, I don't need wallet it

Pink in the cup, styrofoam, I ain't mixin' it

Retta never gonna mess one of his songs up, he gon' make a hit

Why is she always arguing? That girl so corny, yeah

Cartier lenses on my face, I scratched my cornea

Why she always calling me? No, I ain't picking up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, green pockets always gettin' stuffed


[Verse 2]

Falcon hit like pack-a-punch, chocolate girl on me, no crunch

With the gang, it's only us, don't get down a four-yard rush

Eat the word up like it's lunch, left her stranded like, "What's up?"

Cordyceps, I'm sick, I think I'm feeling like I'm Last of Us

Hop in the whip, I don't hop in a bus

I hold the stick on me, hold it with trust

Twin angels on me, double dutch

She want my name, she asking too much

Knock off his top and I keep it a buck

I'm itching for war, you ready or not?

I don't want that girl, but she love me a lot

(My flow too cold, I wipe it snot)


[Outro]

My flow too cold, I wipe it snot

My flow too cold, I wipe it snot