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[Tag]
Hold on Tae Retro

[Verse 1: Tae Retro]
Kick in through the back 'till Lil Kavi grab the front door
Shawty on her knees throw it back she on the dance floor
Now I'm on the court playing defense why you can't score
Hoes [?] will give you dome until they throat sore
Young Tae Retro came straight with extensions
Niggas out here mad 'cause the sauces what I'm dripping
Shawty like my style and she like just how I'm living
Now she wanna run it up and count up all my digits
Tryna take my style swear these niggas be so counterfeit
Tried to send shots, but a nigga had to counter it
If I get this money guaranteed I'm gonna balance it
Living with your parents tryna save up your allowances
Money staking, niggas out here lacking, Retro really swagging
Why you bragging, hoes be what I'm bagging, Fed Ex with the package
Heard your last track, and I swear it had me laughing
Nigga I'm a star, you would think I'm friends with Patrick


[Verse 2: Kaviar]
It's Kaviar, Kaviar, Kaviar
I got foreign hoes, foreign clothes, but no foreign cars
She tryna get with me, she tryna get with me
Fuck a bitch, me and Retro making history
Swear what she she told me
She be like "Kavi come fold me"
She wanted the dick i'll be Moby
[?] with the tool b
All of these bitches they know me
I be all close but not cozy
I bought it from Colby
I swear your shawty got lonely
Niggas be joking
But they hoes be choking
Got that lil bitch she soaking wet
All of my bitches be heaven scent
I got money, I got evident
My best friends a dead president (x3)
Lately I've been tryna find a lil baby
Hoes treat me like a station they be tryna play me
I can't fuck with niggas I swear all of y'all be phonies
I got bro's, so I can't say I be by my lonely
I got foes, I got ops tryna be my homies
I got niggas hating on me 'cause they hoes be on me
And they mad 'cause my diamonds wetter than tsunami
Keep a .6, no Atlanta, I be in my zone b