Tae Retro - Like I’m In Houston 2 lyrics
[Tae Retro - Like I’m In Houston 2 lyrics]
Tae Retro, uh, Tae Retro, uh hold on, Retro
Let me talk to them right quick
Wait, hold on
I'm not from the country, but she
Like the way I dip, huh
(Okay)
You cuffed that lil' thottie, boy, you
Look just like a simp, huh
(Tae Retro) that is not a Glocky, that
Is airsoft on his hip, huh
(It is)
Every time I snap, they be like, "Retro
You so lit" (Hold on, Retro, okay)
She acting like Juliet, I am not Romeo
We know he ain't shooting
We read his portfolio
I call up a Uber, then slide like I'm Tokyo
Said he got the heat
But I'm cool like an eskimo
She looking good, so I slide to the bedroom
That ho is fat, so I didn't have legroom
Oh, you got some money? Oh yeah, good, me too
And how you be trapping
Boy? You got a curfew when I get the beat
Then it's finna get surgical
I'm going up like I work on my vertical
And she drop the top like
I copped a convertible
That nigga talking, but I never heard of him
And I'm with your girl and
She don't know her morals
She open them legs
Then I'm in like a portal
She open her mouth and
It's getting real oral
The way that she like it
I swear it ain't normal
I might stop the beat 'cause
These niggas be lacking
And hop right back on just
To show you what happened
Oh, you think that I'm kidding? Lil' nigga
Stop laughing i'll bring it back in since
You think that I'm snapping
Tae Retro, I'm going harder than sediment
How many hoes? Like ten, that's the estimate
I light the room like I'm Tae Retro Edison
She wanna talk, do I look like a therapist?
She wanna link, but I don't even live close
Why do I snap? I don't know, only God knows
I set the pick, then I cut like an afro
Hop on the beat and get higher than fructose
Your flow is so average at best, mediocre
My flow is straight gas, but no
I'm not a smoker
I start up the beat, then I run like a motor
You still out here leasing
While Retro's an owner i stand on my money
I look like Shaquille now
I'm balling so hard
So I might go to Georgetown
She broke your lil' heart
So you having a meltdown
Five, four, three, two
Where is the countdown?
My sauce is rare, so I won't leak the secret
That snippet you posted
I'd rather you keep it if she looking bad
Then she might get the treatment
You say that you cold
But I'm way below freezing
I'm rather intelligent
Move with the elegance
Niggas do anything just to stay relevant
Shorty, she ugly and built like an elephant
You talk about rapping and yes
I'm a specialist i dual with the beat like
It's Mustang and Sally
Oh, you think I'm winning? Well
Go check the tally
I float the work like I'm good with an alley
I'm blowing up, but I see that you doubt me
(Retro)
Let me talk to them right quick
Wait, hold on
I'm not from the country, but she
Like the way I dip, huh
(Okay)
You cuffed that lil' thottie, boy, you
Look just like a simp, huh
(Tae Retro) that is not a Glocky, that
Is airsoft on his hip, huh
(It is)
Every time I snap, they be like, "Retro
You so lit" (Hold on, Retro, okay)
She acting like Juliet, I am not Romeo
We know he ain't shooting
We read his portfolio
I call up a Uber, then slide like I'm Tokyo
Said he got the heat
But I'm cool like an eskimo
She looking good, so I slide to the bedroom
That ho is fat, so I didn't have legroom
Oh, you got some money? Oh yeah, good, me too
And how you be trapping
Boy? You got a curfew when I get the beat
Then it's finna get surgical
I'm going up like I work on my vertical
And she drop the top like
I copped a convertible
That nigga talking, but I never heard of him
And I'm with your girl and
She don't know her morals
She open them legs
Then I'm in like a portal
She open her mouth and
It's getting real oral
The way that she like it
I swear it ain't normal
I might stop the beat 'cause
These niggas be lacking
And hop right back on just
To show you what happened
Oh, you think that I'm kidding? Lil' nigga
Stop laughing i'll bring it back in since
You think that I'm snapping
Tae Retro, I'm going harder than sediment
How many hoes? Like ten, that's the estimate
I light the room like I'm Tae Retro Edison
She wanna talk, do I look like a therapist?
She wanna link, but I don't even live close
Why do I snap? I don't know, only God knows
I set the pick, then I cut like an afro
Hop on the beat and get higher than fructose
Your flow is so average at best, mediocre
My flow is straight gas, but no
I'm not a smoker
I start up the beat, then I run like a motor
You still out here leasing
While Retro's an owner i stand on my money
I look like Shaquille now
I'm balling so hard
So I might go to Georgetown
She broke your lil' heart
So you having a meltdown
Five, four, three, two
Where is the countdown?
My sauce is rare, so I won't leak the secret
That snippet you posted
I'd rather you keep it if she looking bad
Then she might get the treatment
You say that you cold
But I'm way below freezing
I'm rather intelligent
Move with the elegance
Niggas do anything just to stay relevant
Shorty, she ugly and built like an elephant
You talk about rapping and yes
I'm a specialist i dual with the beat like
It's Mustang and Sally
Oh, you think I'm winning? Well
Go check the tally
I float the work like I'm good with an alley
I'm blowing up, but I see that you doubt me
(Retro)