"Retro Flow" lyrics
(Yo Skinny, you wildin', nigga)
Flames to the
Flames to the moth
Hoes bring the 'caine, bitch, I'm slingin' it off
Cook, I'm the chef and the fiends love the sauce
Fuck all the fame, get you hanged on a cross
H-O-V-A, T-R-A-P (Oh)
Jumpman leaps from the line on my sneaks (Ho)
Three hoes, three at a time, a three-peat
Walk the blade, you designed for these streets (Hrr)
Chase these O's, we liftin' up pounds (Bitch)
They want beef, but us, we shoot rounds (Graow)
Silence on so— (Shh), got no sound (Thraah)
Up that up, bitch, it's on the ground
Oh shit, I was supposed to save y'all
East side shit, can't fuck with the flow
This zaza, I light, it burns slow
Tell the opps watchin' they ain't low
Nigga, him, hrr, Ruff, Ruff Ryder
If I was in New York on 9/11, no one died
Take my rocket launcher, shoot the plane up out the sky
(Few, baow) They all survived
Niggas on the plane would've still died, but
Niggas in the building would've been alright though
Flames to the
Flames to the moth
Hoes bring the 'caine, bitch, I'm slingin' it off
Cook, I'm the chef and the fiends love the sauce
Fuck all the fame, get you hanged on a cross
H-O-V-A, T-R-A-P (Oh)
Jumpman leaps from the line on my sneaks (Ho)
Three hoes, three at a time, a three-peat
Walk the blade, you designed for these streets (Hrr)
Chase these O's, we liftin' up pounds (Bitch)
They want beef, but us, we shoot rounds (Graow)
Silence on so— (Shh), got no sound (Thraah)
Up that up, bitch, it's on the ground
Oh shit, I was supposed to save y'all
East side shit, can't fuck with the flow
This zaza, I light, it burns slow
Tell the opps watchin' they ain't low
Nigga, him, hrr, Ruff, Ruff Ryder
If I was in New York on 9/11, no one died
Take my rocket launcher, shoot the plane up out the sky
(Few, baow) They all survived
Niggas on the plane would've still died, but
Niggas in the building would've been alright though
