Tae Retro - 80 Bands ! lyrics
[Tae Retro - 80 Bands ! lyrics]
When I'm in the stu'
Always dropping knowledge like
A known scholar
How he balling? I just check the roster
he ain't even starting
Keep a stick, he don't wanna fight
LOL to sparring
Talking down, but these niggas
Know next year, we be charting
Any situation
Niggas know I shoot like VanVleet
Niggas love my Trillers
I be dancing in the pantry
Your girl talk to me because she
Say I'm what you can't be
How ironic that I run the game
But I'm no athlete
I got hoes that know I keep a phone
But never get my digit's
You got friends that swear they
Down to ride, next week, they be snitching
I got niggas begging for a feat'
Why they always tripping?
You got fans that swear your music hard
But they never listen
Twenty bands, twenty bands
Now like forty bands
Forty bands, fifty bands
Now like eighty bands eighty bands
What's the plan? How that's
Really your man? Fifty bands, cut in half
I just made her dance
I don't show no sympathy 'cause
Most these niggas enemies
I'm a different entity, I'm sick
But there's no remedy
Told the truth like Kennedy
I know this rap is meant to be
Shorty out in Tennessee
I'm sliding down her chimney
And nobody really cold as us
Really cold as us
I wake 'em up like Folgers cup
Just like Folgers cup
I knew that boy ain't toting, bruh
I just showed a shrug
Stop acting like you ain't noticed us
They ain't tough as us
I ain't even gon' lie, bruh
I freestyled some of this, bruh
I– I mean, niggas gon' feel
It regardless though, so
You know what I'm saying
Um, I need me an ad-lib bit
You know how that go retro
Always dropping knowledge like
A known scholar
How he balling? I just check the roster
he ain't even starting
Keep a stick, he don't wanna fight
LOL to sparring
Talking down, but these niggas
Know next year, we be charting
Any situation
Niggas know I shoot like VanVleet
Niggas love my Trillers
I be dancing in the pantry
Your girl talk to me because she
Say I'm what you can't be
How ironic that I run the game
But I'm no athlete
I got hoes that know I keep a phone
But never get my digit's
You got friends that swear they
Down to ride, next week, they be snitching
I got niggas begging for a feat'
Why they always tripping?
You got fans that swear your music hard
But they never listen
Twenty bands, twenty bands
Now like forty bands
Forty bands, fifty bands
Now like eighty bands eighty bands
What's the plan? How that's
Really your man? Fifty bands, cut in half
I just made her dance
I don't show no sympathy 'cause
Most these niggas enemies
I'm a different entity, I'm sick
But there's no remedy
Told the truth like Kennedy
I know this rap is meant to be
Shorty out in Tennessee
I'm sliding down her chimney
And nobody really cold as us
Really cold as us
I wake 'em up like Folgers cup
Just like Folgers cup
I knew that boy ain't toting, bruh
I just showed a shrug
Stop acting like you ain't noticed us
They ain't tough as us
I ain't even gon' lie, bruh
I freestyled some of this, bruh
I– I mean, niggas gon' feel
It regardless though, so
You know what I'm saying
Um, I need me an ad-lib bit
You know how that go retro