[Intro: StanWill]

Jack after jack, making— yeah ( Kay Kay, nah, nah, come on, man )

Jack after jack, making racks, yeah

Bitch, yeah

[Verse 1: StanWill & Tae Retro ]

Jack after jack, making racks out a metro

If I call up Tae, he gon' stomp you in Retro's

Ice him like Elsa, up Glock and I let go

Might tell her I love her, I just want the neck though

Hoodie by Virgil, I'm shootin' like Melo

Bet she throw kitty soon as I say, "Hello"

Got blew like a flute, played your bitch like a Cello

I'm a scammer, I don't fuck with rocks like I'm Elmo

Shout-out Hutch, every day like a snow day

Upped the twenty, your bitch was like, "No way"

Can't fuck one bitch, I need mе a four-way

All that dick sucking, boy, the opps so gay

ShittyBoy, my circle small as a period

Dogging thе kitty, this bitch yelling, " Period "

Dog Shit Militia, this shit getting serious

Your bitch gon' let me kill her cat 'cause she curious ( Hold on, Tae Retro )

[Verse 2: Tae Retro]

The way that I'm blowing, you think it's miraculous

It's a cold trail so ain't nobody tracking us

We ruin the game and ain't nobody patching us

We the ones next, I don't care who be after us

They see I'm the G.O.A.T., yeah, you visually impaired

He talking tough game, but he visually scared

He wanted the smoke, this ain't lyrically fair

He wanted the [?], yeah, I verbally dare

You stuck in the past, boy, I'm on a new level

Came as the hero, my mindset is rebel

You just showing up, boy, I'm here for the medal

And I'm the main character, so no one should heckle (Uh, what?)

Tae Retro be far from the standard

And I'm really surpassing the slander

And from here on out, I'm commander

She could be that one rapper, I still wouldn't chance her

[Verse 3: StanWill]

I'm with Tae, he got your bitch saying, "Hold on"

Toodaloo, bitch don't suck dick, then it's, "So long"

Pop out with cannons, ain't taking no photos

Everyday, gang blowing za' to the ozone

Spin in the cat, me and gang getting queasy

Shittin' for real, bitch, I make it look easy

Thought he met Ye, he got stomped out in Yeezy's

Trapped in my bag while these hoes tryna free me

Catch him out, we swinging sticks like we Jeter

Bet you this peck turn a wife to a cheater

Virgil the hoodie, Dior to the sneakers

She tryna get blessed, your bitch think I'm a preacher

She wanna fuck with a scammer

Nailing the opps with them hammers

Nothing we ever do standard

Don't knuckle up, bitch, I pop out with blammers

[Verse 4: Tae Retro]

Thinking he fly, why he looking so turbulent?

That boy is a geek, man, I swear I ain't heard of him

You hang with them guys, then I guess you gon' hurt with 'em

He ain't talking money? No sir, I won't work with him

I'm living my life so she want me to save her

I'm too locked in, I can't issue a favor

Bragging you hit but you didn't even graze her

I'm feeling like Luke when I walk with this saber

And I hit the road like I'm beefing with freeways

Hating on Tae, so I'm knowing that he lame

Claiming he shooting, we knowing that he tame

I won't trick on her, so now I'm a cheapskate

[Outro: Tae Retro]

Huh, Tae Retro, uh

Tae Retro