Tae Retro - Infomercials Aint Free lyrics
[Tae Retro - Infomercials Aint Free lyrics]
Ain't got time to waste
Up on these niggas that won't get it
Still in the back counting numbers
I'm counting digit's
Won't talk about no guns I ain't wit' it
Finesse a nigga then tell
The cops to mind they business
In my glory Imma shine whenever
Cause I'm ready hoes mad
Why they be dissing they acting petty
Still move sharp, like blades, keep a machete
White girl named Debbie giving me some Becky
Military way, my boys be moving deep
She a freak like TLC, she prolly creep
Neglect sleep, when I'm on beat
These niggas see
I'm ready for whatever like
Ballers and good knees
On my way to the top I inspire
So that's cool can't trust a hoe
My mama didn't raise a fool
Construction only time you really
Be touching tools dropped out of class
But tell you to stay in school
Like Tadoe nigga I kill people
Like TV news you be lying to the people
Like drug dealers my flow should be illegal
Niggas gon' tweak and start
Bringing them legals
Writer’s block is something else
I can't relate
Hoes hit my line everyday they wanna date
EA sports, 2K, don't wanna play
Bruce Wayne ballin' I got me a Batcave
I got me a Batcave
Nah for real, I got me a Batcave
Niggas get mad like why
They be throwing shade
But I remain to chill
And yes I be getting paid
Back to the facts I rather not spit fiction
I be telling stories
Sit down and really listen
Study martial bars
These lyrics what I'm kicking
You study martial law
No wonder why you be snitching
Can't expect to get respect we ain't met
Stop claiming all these sets
You don't be gripping TEC's
Snapping on the beat
Nigga I ain't break a sweat
Molly out here tweaking prolly
Popped a Percocet
Oh no, oh no it's Tae Retro
The same young nigga with the same cold flow
Niggas throwing shots, that's a foul
Free throw
Smashing on your hoe, keepin' on the d-low
Oh no, oh no it's Tae Retro
The same young nigga with the same cold flow
Niggas throwing shots, that's a foul
Free throw
Smashing on your hoe, keepin' on the d-low
Retro, Retro retro, Retro
Up on these niggas that won't get it
Still in the back counting numbers
I'm counting digit's
Won't talk about no guns I ain't wit' it
Finesse a nigga then tell
The cops to mind they business
In my glory Imma shine whenever
Cause I'm ready hoes mad
Why they be dissing they acting petty
Still move sharp, like blades, keep a machete
White girl named Debbie giving me some Becky
Military way, my boys be moving deep
She a freak like TLC, she prolly creep
Neglect sleep, when I'm on beat
These niggas see
I'm ready for whatever like
Ballers and good knees
On my way to the top I inspire
So that's cool can't trust a hoe
My mama didn't raise a fool
Construction only time you really
Be touching tools dropped out of class
But tell you to stay in school
Like Tadoe nigga I kill people
Like TV news you be lying to the people
Like drug dealers my flow should be illegal
Niggas gon' tweak and start
Bringing them legals
Writer’s block is something else
I can't relate
Hoes hit my line everyday they wanna date
EA sports, 2K, don't wanna play
Bruce Wayne ballin' I got me a Batcave
I got me a Batcave
Nah for real, I got me a Batcave
Niggas get mad like why
They be throwing shade
But I remain to chill
And yes I be getting paid
Back to the facts I rather not spit fiction
I be telling stories
Sit down and really listen
Study martial bars
These lyrics what I'm kicking
You study martial law
No wonder why you be snitching
Can't expect to get respect we ain't met
Stop claiming all these sets
You don't be gripping TEC's
Snapping on the beat
Nigga I ain't break a sweat
Molly out here tweaking prolly
Popped a Percocet
Oh no, oh no it's Tae Retro
The same young nigga with the same cold flow
Niggas throwing shots, that's a foul
Free throw
Smashing on your hoe, keepin' on the d-low
Oh no, oh no it's Tae Retro
The same young nigga with the same cold flow
Niggas throwing shots, that's a foul
Free throw
Smashing on your hoe, keepin' on the d-low
Retro, Retro retro, Retro