Verse 1: (Retro JB)

Ten - four I’m sending out six shots

You know me I ain’t chasing no sick thots

N*gga still shine but I don’t wear a wristwatch

She gotta new care and she finna take the tints off

Just like a janitor I carry big mops

N*gga can’t rap so N*gga stop with your Hip Hop

It Must be a army I’m sending a blitz off

Next n*gga play in the field he gon get popped

Verse 2: (Retro JB)

N*gga I’m tall and skinny yeah I’m rapping yeah I’m 5’9

N*gga want beef I call that shit Five Guys

You call me but I won’t do no FaceTime

Next Bitch that you get ima Make Mine

Verse: 3: (Retro JB)

Stop taking pills N*gga I said go right to the Doctor

Not from the L but I’m still eating Lobster

Your N’gga a Hitman but how?? I saw him Holler

Yes I’m Top Shotta like I’m NLE Choppa

I’m shoot his Dreads that shit finna look like some Pasta

Man I beat the Shit out of him I must be a Boxer

It can be a scene shit lil n*gga we can run it back

She gon run round with them balls like a Running Back

N*gga you still a bitch you tryna get your Commas Back

You can have lil h*e I don’t Want her back

Interlude:

Bra let this shit be known y’all take inspiration from n*ggas bro

I would not be the turnt n*gga I am today if I just kept replying to a n*gga bro, Like I’m so much better than y’all n*ggas they just can’t accept that, Like how you gon take inspiration from Somebody if they not your Brother or some?? Man that shit just lame bro I’m Retro JB, I take inspiration from myself n*gga

Verse 4: (Retro JB)

No introduction n*gga is a intro, N*gga play with this shit he gone get smoked, Whoop a n*gga ass I’m a slice him like Kimbo, Get to that Money like Ten Four