Tae Retro, Cayo Banks - You Are My High ! lyrics
[Tae Retro, Cayo Banks - You Are My High ! lyrics]
Hold on, Tae Retro
She told me to slide
She slid me the addy before I
Could reply to the sentence
This niggas not hard, they not finna shoot
Like that one rapper from Memphis
I'm finna cook up like I
Learn from a chemist
They say I'm the GOAT before I even finish
You niggas be going out sad for a mention
These niggas ain't hard as they
Claim and I meant it (Wait, hold on)
Feasting on beats, what's a menu?
The flow get you out of your body like Ginyu
The money is something that I just attend to
This nigga just act for the
'Gram with no venue
Ran it up 'til I tear my meniscus
Ran it up like I care 'bout my fitness
You hear the song like, "Retro
You did this?"
A pure slasher, how I came with the quickness
(Wait, hold on)
Top five and it's not even debatable
He tried to keep up, but he know he incapable
They wanna use me, but I'm never available
You niggas is sadly mistaken
I snatch the crown 'cause it's
Up for the taking
Niggas hating and it's obviously blatant
I keep quiet 'bout the money I'm making
And I just 3-0'd the beat, in other words
I done caught me a body (Woah)
And you ain't gotta speak on
My snapping 'cause honestly
I just do it for hobby (Woah, woah)
Picture a room without Retro
Hard to do 'cause they can't ever crop me
(Woah, woah)
And I'm far up, you pray on my fall, well
I'd love to see you come stop me
(Woah, woah)
I'm not no capping nigga
Woke up to that bag, lil' nigga
It ain't 'bout what you jack, lil' nigga
I got moves like I was Jag', don't
You say you smoke that pack, lil' nigga
'Cause my gang gon' have to get you
My bitch, she look too bad, lil' nigga
Might hop out and crash the whip
And you know I don't even play that shit
Go 'head, go 'head, play with my shit
And I can't leave without my kit
I love her, can't play my bitch
I'm from VA, it's channel 396
Block boy, don't get put in the mix
You know you not meant for this
Man, I'm finna spin your shit
(Brrr, Ahem, Tae Retro)
On the beat
I'm throwing punches like Kakarot
Your boy ain't tough, man
You know that he act a lot
Making money, Retro really do stack a lot
You wanna slide, but that's too detrimental
How you gon' slide if it's not beneficial?
He not a thinker, so they cracking his mental
It turns out that that's not very simple
And I got the sauce that
I'm keeping a secret
I'll never release it 'cause
Niggas be stealing
And I keep it real because
That's all that I know
I do not see the point
In me tryna spare feelings
If you wanna battle, it's not recommendable
I'm too turnt, got me feeling invincible
He said he shooting
Best believe that it's fictional
You want a verse, then the fee is additional
Bitch ass nigga, go 'head, get out of my way
Before all my niggas gon' spray (Uh)
Bad bitch let me beat her face
Uh, Tay-K, we done did that race
And I can't stand here and play no games
(Uh) and I'm like, "Ain't no way" (Uh)
Just hear the 808's (Uh)
It take your pain away
And all of my niggas ain't going for nothing
Stepback shooter, might shoot yo' muffin
He said he gon' run my shit, he bluffing
This squad, all my niggas coming (yeah)
Either you real or either you fake
There is no ground in the middle
When I'm in the stu', I'm
Known to lash out, no
I cannot keep it civil tae Retro, uh
Tae Retro yeah
She told me to slide
She slid me the addy before I
Could reply to the sentence
This niggas not hard, they not finna shoot
Like that one rapper from Memphis
I'm finna cook up like I
Learn from a chemist
They say I'm the GOAT before I even finish
You niggas be going out sad for a mention
These niggas ain't hard as they
Claim and I meant it (Wait, hold on)
Feasting on beats, what's a menu?
The flow get you out of your body like Ginyu
The money is something that I just attend to
This nigga just act for the
'Gram with no venue
Ran it up 'til I tear my meniscus
Ran it up like I care 'bout my fitness
You hear the song like, "Retro
You did this?"
A pure slasher, how I came with the quickness
(Wait, hold on)
Top five and it's not even debatable
He tried to keep up, but he know he incapable
They wanna use me, but I'm never available
You niggas is sadly mistaken
I snatch the crown 'cause it's
Up for the taking
Niggas hating and it's obviously blatant
I keep quiet 'bout the money I'm making
And I just 3-0'd the beat, in other words
I done caught me a body (Woah)
And you ain't gotta speak on
My snapping 'cause honestly
I just do it for hobby (Woah, woah)
Picture a room without Retro
Hard to do 'cause they can't ever crop me
(Woah, woah)
And I'm far up, you pray on my fall, well
I'd love to see you come stop me
(Woah, woah)
I'm not no capping nigga
Woke up to that bag, lil' nigga
It ain't 'bout what you jack, lil' nigga
I got moves like I was Jag', don't
You say you smoke that pack, lil' nigga
'Cause my gang gon' have to get you
My bitch, she look too bad, lil' nigga
Might hop out and crash the whip
And you know I don't even play that shit
Go 'head, go 'head, play with my shit
And I can't leave without my kit
I love her, can't play my bitch
I'm from VA, it's channel 396
Block boy, don't get put in the mix
You know you not meant for this
Man, I'm finna spin your shit
(Brrr, Ahem, Tae Retro)
On the beat
I'm throwing punches like Kakarot
Your boy ain't tough, man
You know that he act a lot
Making money, Retro really do stack a lot
You wanna slide, but that's too detrimental
How you gon' slide if it's not beneficial?
He not a thinker, so they cracking his mental
It turns out that that's not very simple
And I got the sauce that
I'm keeping a secret
I'll never release it 'cause
Niggas be stealing
And I keep it real because
That's all that I know
I do not see the point
In me tryna spare feelings
If you wanna battle, it's not recommendable
I'm too turnt, got me feeling invincible
He said he shooting
Best believe that it's fictional
You want a verse, then the fee is additional
Bitch ass nigga, go 'head, get out of my way
Before all my niggas gon' spray (Uh)
Bad bitch let me beat her face
Uh, Tay-K, we done did that race
And I can't stand here and play no games
(Uh) and I'm like, "Ain't no way" (Uh)
Just hear the 808's (Uh)
It take your pain away
And all of my niggas ain't going for nothing
Stepback shooter, might shoot yo' muffin
He said he gon' run my shit, he bluffing
This squad, all my niggas coming (yeah)
Either you real or either you fake
There is no ground in the middle
When I'm in the stu', I'm
Known to lash out, no
I cannot keep it civil tae Retro, uh
Tae Retro yeah