Tae Retro - Need I Say More ? lyrics
[Tae Retro - Need I Say More ? lyrics]
Hold on, Retro
Niggas be faking, I don't even trust 'em
Send me a beat, knock it out like concussion
And numbers look better
These hoes think I'm buzzing
I heard she a thot
So you know I ain't loving
And niggas be hating, I don't understand it
Finessing the flow, disappear like a bandit
"How you blow up?" I don't know
I didn't plan it
You chasing a bag when I already ran it
(Tae Retro)
These higher-up niggas be lying, sir Capalot
Rappers can't stop me
I feel like the Juggernaut
She a lil' thottie, she creep like an ocelot
Floating on niggas, I feel like an astronaut
Boyfriend is mad, heard he wanna get physical
And she coming over, we might shoot a visual
He swear he that nigga
His efforts are minimal
He claim he a shooter, but that is so typical
He claim whatever my life much better
These hoes do whatever
Tae Retro, I'm clever
I was the one that you laughed at
Moonwalking, I just like to kick back
Lil' nigga, I don't got a six pack
I ran up my score in the arcade
Ain't signing no deal like a prepaid
You Android niggas need upgrades
She cheated on me for a downgrade
Tae Retro walk with the knowledge, no scholar
'Member them days, I could not get a dollar
Only 5'7", but money look taller
Been had to fight, but no, I'm not a brawler
Yes, I got numbers, but no, I don't flex
I drop a verse and they tell me I'm next
I hit the beat and they show me respect
I hit that ho, then I'm leaving her blessed
Smack on the ho, so I know you
Don't like me, but don't worry nigga
She can't be my wifey and he gon' pull up
But that's highly unlikely
I got this lil' ho that
Looks better than Kylie
He claim he a shooter
We know he ain't pulling
Pull up to your block and
I ball like Chris Mullen
I know that you looking
You know that I'm cooking
Like I am the gun and the verse is the bullet
Man, need I say more, bro?
Like for real, I mean, need I say more, bro?
Ayy, I think I'ma let the beat ride
For the rest of the song, bro
Retro, Retro
Niggas be faking, I don't even trust 'em
Send me a beat, knock it out like concussion
And numbers look better
These hoes think I'm buzzing
I heard she a thot
So you know I ain't loving
And niggas be hating, I don't understand it
Finessing the flow, disappear like a bandit
"How you blow up?" I don't know
I didn't plan it
You chasing a bag when I already ran it
(Tae Retro)
These higher-up niggas be lying, sir Capalot
Rappers can't stop me
I feel like the Juggernaut
She a lil' thottie, she creep like an ocelot
Floating on niggas, I feel like an astronaut
Boyfriend is mad, heard he wanna get physical
And she coming over, we might shoot a visual
He swear he that nigga
His efforts are minimal
He claim he a shooter, but that is so typical
He claim whatever my life much better
These hoes do whatever
Tae Retro, I'm clever
I was the one that you laughed at
Moonwalking, I just like to kick back
Lil' nigga, I don't got a six pack
I ran up my score in the arcade
Ain't signing no deal like a prepaid
You Android niggas need upgrades
She cheated on me for a downgrade
Tae Retro walk with the knowledge, no scholar
'Member them days, I could not get a dollar
Only 5'7", but money look taller
Been had to fight, but no, I'm not a brawler
Yes, I got numbers, but no, I don't flex
I drop a verse and they tell me I'm next
I hit the beat and they show me respect
I hit that ho, then I'm leaving her blessed
Smack on the ho, so I know you
Don't like me, but don't worry nigga
She can't be my wifey and he gon' pull up
But that's highly unlikely
I got this lil' ho that
Looks better than Kylie
He claim he a shooter
We know he ain't pulling
Pull up to your block and
I ball like Chris Mullen
I know that you looking
You know that I'm cooking
Like I am the gun and the verse is the bullet
Man, need I say more, bro?
Like for real, I mean, need I say more, bro?
Ayy, I think I'ma let the beat ride
For the rest of the song, bro
Retro, Retro