Tae Retro - What’s The Move ? lyrics
[Tae Retro - What’s The Move ? lyrics]
Tory on the beat what, what?
Hold on, Tae Retro this the intro
(Retro, Retro) , this the intro (Retro
Retro) this the intro (Huh, Retro)
Baby, what's the word?
Simple days, I was chilling
Sitting on the curb
Math class, punching numbers
looking like a nerd
I'm just tryna get some gold like
My name was Kurt
Seventh grade, wearing Vans
Niggas stole the wave
I was always getting curved before
I copped a fade
Carbon jeans made of, I wasn't getting paid
Pocket color resemble jade
Niggas caught the fade
Ayy (What?) , don't talk to me
Niggas love to conversate, don't talk to me
You ain't real as you say
Don't walk with me
You ain't real as you say
Don't walk with me
And the flow so complete
Had to bless the beat
Arguably, I'm top seed, please get off of me
No, the verse ain't for free
Unless she topping me
Niggas still can't compete
So he had to cheat
Shorty tryna wipe me down, think I need a rag
Feel like Comethazine, might cop a Jag'
Niggas love to talk down 'til you get a bag
Had to cop, mix and craft
Now I count the cash
Tory on the beat
Hold on, Tae Retro this the intro
(Retro, Retro) , this the intro (Retro
Retro) this the intro (Huh, Retro)
Baby, what's the word?
Simple days, I was chilling
Sitting on the curb
Math class, punching numbers
looking like a nerd
I'm just tryna get some gold like
My name was Kurt
Seventh grade, wearing Vans
Niggas stole the wave
I was always getting curved before
I copped a fade
Carbon jeans made of, I wasn't getting paid
Pocket color resemble jade
Niggas caught the fade
Ayy (What?) , don't talk to me
Niggas love to conversate, don't talk to me
You ain't real as you say
Don't walk with me
You ain't real as you say
Don't walk with me
And the flow so complete
Had to bless the beat
Arguably, I'm top seed, please get off of me
No, the verse ain't for free
Unless she topping me
Niggas still can't compete
So he had to cheat
Shorty tryna wipe me down, think I need a rag
Feel like Comethazine, might cop a Jag'
Niggas love to talk down 'til you get a bag
Had to cop, mix and craft
Now I count the cash
Tory on the beat