Tae Retro - 1-800 Call Tae Retro lyrics
[Tae Retro - 1-800 Call Tae Retro lyrics]
Droppin' heat and never startin' beef
That's what I specialize
I can see the fake in all you niggas
Need a new disguise some will act like fans
But be the first ones to criticize
I got way too much up on
My plate that I can't jeopardize
Ayy, Tae Retro uh
You can catch me on TV like
Contestants of a game show
She ain't droppin' neck
Then I'm confused on what she came for
You the type to buy the OnlyFans
But you still shame ho's
Wildin' on tracks, this ain't
Funny, I ain't tame, bro
Niggas in the booth with top hats
They just cap a lot
They ain't nothin' my business
I just chill, plus I rap a lot
Reasons I ain't fail? I don't know
I just plan a lot
Tae Retro the main protagonist
I can change the plot
1-800 ho's be ringin' numbers
This no hotline tae Retro
I'm known to make a hit
With all these hot lines
How come niggas never on they
Grind? I can't stop mines
Got a cape to save the rap game
I don't fight crime
'Tis the season for these ho's to hang
Like some ornaments
On the beat I'm throwin' straight punches
World tournament
I'm the head honcho in the game
Y'all subordinates
On my way to your girl's crib
I got the coordinates
Flexin' and finessin' like I'm
Posted in my neighborhood
Snappin' all night, don't hear complaints
I wish a neighbor would
Niggas couldn't pass me if they tried
That is understood
Nigga's sick his girl spent the night
She on my morning wood
Uh, Tae, uh duh-duh-duh, ha
Bro, this beat's so crazy, bruh
Kevin you went stupid uh
Tae Retro, uh, Tae Retro hold on, Tae Retro