Tae Retro, Your Stepdad, ​cosznmo - THE MASSES lyrics

Olly yeah, uh
Yeah, serving the rock, how I (Uh, damn)
Serving the trench, how I (Uh, damn)
Serving the trench, how I cleared up the (Uh)
Serving the trench
How I cleared up the masses
Serving the trench, how I (Uh, yeah)
Serving the trench, how I (Uh, hold on)
Serving the (Uh, yeah, ah, we love you, Coz)

Serving the trench
How I cleared up the masses
Shoot through the lens like
I needed some glasses got hit in his eye
But he still got some lashes
Couldn't see where we shot him
We using the flashes (Damn)
She giving good brain
So I hope that she passes
Glock 'bout to burn him
We smoking his ashes
Made a band out the back of the coupe
I ain't crashing told her listen to Coz if
She needed a caption counting my figures
That come from my actions
Never fall off, got unlimited traction
Aligning the beam to his head for subtraction
(Damn) chop' left him crooked
I call him refraction
Painting her face, I done made an abstraction
Hit him with twenty, I turned him to Jackson
(Huh)

Hit him with five like I
Ran with the Jacksons
Cracking his ho, almost broke my glasses
Feel like an angel, I float with her lashes
Get you some money, you bogus for asking
(Uh, huh) i get a flow and I might not stop
Baby, no teeth, don't bite my (Uh)
Told her I'm socially anxious when
I get around her
I just wanna talk to the box (Uh, huh)
You call me loser, but she call me pops
(yeah) most of my lyrics be off of the top
Fuck with the opps, you prolly a cop
Get brodie to drop, you 'bout to get dropped
Retro and Coz, so 'Wop can't flop
Give me my time, then I fade bops
I'm not a fan of ménage à trois
(Hold on, Tae Retro)

Let me just change the aesthetic
If he want a verse, I'll run 'em
An arm and a leg, and no
I ain't talking prosthetic
The style in my jeans, I think it's genetic
He not really shooting, it's just a cosmetic
The justice I serve in the stu'
Got me looking like 'Pac
The flow is always poetic