Tae Retro - Underdog !!! lyrics
[Tae Retro - Underdog !!! lyrics]
Enrgy made this one huh, wait
Hold on, Tae Retro
Let me come and set the record straight
Niggas talkin' like they really got it
They ain't seen no pape’
You ain't never gon' touch the bag
Tryna play it safe
Heard bro was tryna get even
I'ma up the stakes
Niggas out here talkin' 'bout some
Money that they never seen
Treat the money like a chromosome
How it's in my genes
Got some ho's all in my crib
Think I'm Charlie Sheen
High runnin', nevеr played a sport
But she on my team
Makе a song, then play the snippet on IG Live
It's a warzone outside, grab the MP5
Got this ho out my memory
Need external drive
Only need her for the neck
I am not gon' lie girl steppin' all in the
Crib like I'm Marčiulionis
And I'm always posted with my bros
I'm the fourth Jonas
Niggas can't knock me off my pivot
I'm always focused
Treatin' beats like I'm Scorpion
Where's my opponent?
Hmm, I came up off of spice talkin'
You ain't tryna save up for no
Car? He must like walkin'
I can write a book off
These lyrics like Stephen Hawking
I'm a paint beast on the track
How I get to blockin'
They told me I was next
So I waited and stayed patient
All I need in life is
Some ho's and a PlayStation
Say you finna slide with that shotty, boy
You pump fakin'
Finna hit this ho out in Cali'
Get to earthquakin'
You proud off that little play?
(Huh?) I got different glory
Claim your girl faithful while I'm
All on her private story
You a rapper, I'm a spice talker
We in categories
Niggas tryna hop off the porch
They pushin' forty
Niggas said he better than Tae Retro, yeah
You snortin' 'caine
Yeah, you sold your soul for the bag
But was it worth the fame?
Finna lay the smackdown on beats
Here comes the pain
Lashin' out in all studios, I'm barely sane
Bro, my asthma really actin' up
Where's my red inhaler?
I said somethin' shockin' to your girl
But I didn't tase her
Shorty said I take her breath away
She need a respirator
Finna swoop her right off her feet
I'ma levitate her
Really out here gettin' to the
Dough like Homer Simpson
Enrgy made the beat, man, he got me drippin'
You ain't the man you 'posed to
Be 'cause we built different
Your bros don't respect you
You were caught simpin'
Hmm, and I really set the bar high
If a bag's up in the air, I'ma skydive
Scored like T-Mac
But I ain't never had no lazy eye
Throw me up in any situation
I'ma still thrive
You ain't even good in your own city
You an out-of-towner
Nigga sick he lost the bag
Now he uppin downers
Yeah, I'm finna dog this ho
But I won't hound her
Caught a opp at the corner store
And almost jumped the counter
Ha, nah, I'm just playin' man
(cough) Anyway, I'm out alright
Hold on, Tae Retro
Let me come and set the record straight
Niggas talkin' like they really got it
They ain't seen no pape’
You ain't never gon' touch the bag
Tryna play it safe
Heard bro was tryna get even
I'ma up the stakes
Niggas out here talkin' 'bout some
Money that they never seen
Treat the money like a chromosome
How it's in my genes
Got some ho's all in my crib
Think I'm Charlie Sheen
High runnin', nevеr played a sport
But she on my team
Makе a song, then play the snippet on IG Live
It's a warzone outside, grab the MP5
Got this ho out my memory
Need external drive
Only need her for the neck
I am not gon' lie girl steppin' all in the
Crib like I'm Marčiulionis
And I'm always posted with my bros
I'm the fourth Jonas
Niggas can't knock me off my pivot
I'm always focused
Treatin' beats like I'm Scorpion
Where's my opponent?
Hmm, I came up off of spice talkin'
You ain't tryna save up for no
Car? He must like walkin'
I can write a book off
These lyrics like Stephen Hawking
I'm a paint beast on the track
How I get to blockin'
They told me I was next
So I waited and stayed patient
All I need in life is
Some ho's and a PlayStation
Say you finna slide with that shotty, boy
You pump fakin'
Finna hit this ho out in Cali'
Get to earthquakin'
You proud off that little play?
(Huh?) I got different glory
Claim your girl faithful while I'm
All on her private story
You a rapper, I'm a spice talker
We in categories
Niggas tryna hop off the porch
They pushin' forty
Niggas said he better than Tae Retro, yeah
You snortin' 'caine
Yeah, you sold your soul for the bag
But was it worth the fame?
Finna lay the smackdown on beats
Here comes the pain
Lashin' out in all studios, I'm barely sane
Bro, my asthma really actin' up
Where's my red inhaler?
I said somethin' shockin' to your girl
But I didn't tase her
Shorty said I take her breath away
She need a respirator
Finna swoop her right off her feet
I'ma levitate her
Really out here gettin' to the
Dough like Homer Simpson
Enrgy made the beat, man, he got me drippin'
You ain't the man you 'posed to
Be 'cause we built different
Your bros don't respect you
You were caught simpin'
Hmm, and I really set the bar high
If a bag's up in the air, I'ma skydive
Scored like T-Mac
But I ain't never had no lazy eye
Throw me up in any situation
I'ma still thrive
You ain't even good in your own city
You an out-of-towner
Nigga sick he lost the bag
Now he uppin downers
Yeah, I'm finna dog this ho
But I won't hound her
Caught a opp at the corner store
And almost jumped the counter
Ha, nah, I'm just playin' man
(cough) Anyway, I'm out alright