1-800 Call Tae Retro

[Intro]
What? What? Uh
Tae Retro
Droppin' heat and never startin' beef, that's what I specialize
I can see the fake in all you niggas, need a new disguise
Some will act like fans, but be the first ones to criticize
I got way too much up on my plate that I can't jeopardize
Ayy, Tae Retro
Uh

[Verse]
You can catch me on TV like contestants of a game show
She ain't droppin' neck, then I'm confused on what she came for
You the type to buy the OnlyFans, but you still shame ho's
Wildin' on tracks, this ain't funny, I ain't tame, bro
Niggas in the booth with top hats, they just cap a lot
They ain't nothin' my business, I just chill, plus I rap a lot
Reasons I ain't fail? I don't know, I just plan a lot
Tae Retro the main protagonist, I can change the plot
1-800 ho's be ringin' numbers, this no hotline
Tae Retro, I'm known to make a hit with all these hot lines
How come niggas never on they grind? I can't stop mines
Got a cape to save the rap game, I don't fight crime
'Tis the season for these ho's to hang, like some ornaments
On the beat I'm throwin' straight punches, world tournament
I'm the head honcho in the game, y'all subordinates
On my way to your girl's crib, I got the coordinates
Flexin' and finessin' like I'm posted in my neighborhood
Snappin' all night, don't hear complaints, I wish a neighbor would
Niggas couldn't pass me if they tried, that is understood
Nigga's sick his girl spent the night, she on my morning wood

[Outro]
Uh, Tae, uh
Duh-duh-duh, ha
Bro, this beat's so crazy, bruh, Kevin you went stupid
Uh
Tae Retro, uh, Tae Retro
Hold on, Tae Retro