Like I’m In Houston 2

[Intro]
Tae Retro, uh, Tae Retro, uh
Hold on, Retro, let me talk to them right quick
Wait, hold on

[Verse]
I'm not from the country, but she like the way I dip, huh (Okay)
You cuffed that lil' thottie, boy, you look just like a simp, huh (Tae Retro)
That is not a Glocky, that is airsoft on his hip, huh (It is)
Every time I snap, they be like, "Retro, you so lit" (Hold on, Retro, okay)
She acting like Juliet, I am not Romeo
We know he ain't shooting, we read his portfolio
I call up a Uber, then slide like I'm Tokyo
Said he got the heat, but I'm cool like an eskimo
She looking good, so I slide to the bedroom
That ho is fat, so I didn't have legroom
Oh, you got some money? Oh yeah, good, me too
And how you be trapping, boy? You got a curfew
When I get the beat, then it's finna get surgical
I'm going up like I work on my vertical
And she drop the top like I copped a convertible
That nigga talking, but I never heard of him
And I'm with your girl and she don't know her morals
She open them legs, then I'm in like a portal
She open her mouth and it's getting real oral
The way that she like it, I swear it ain't normal
I might stop the beat 'cause these niggas be lacking
And hop right back on just to show you what happened
Oh, you think that I'm kidding? Lil' nigga, stop laughing
I'll bring it back in since you think that I'm snapping
Tae Retro, I'm going harder than sediment
How many hoes? Like ten, that's the estimate
I light the room like I'm Tae Retro Edison
She wanna talk, do I look like a therapist?
She wanna link, but I don't even live close
Why do I snap? I don't know, only God knows
I set the pick, then I cut like an afro
Hop on the beat and get higher than fructose
Your flow is so average at best, mediocre
My flow is straight gas, but no, I'm not a smoker
I start up the beat, then I run like a motor
You still out here leasing, while Retro's an owner
I stand on my money, I look like Shaquille now
I'm balling so hard, so I might go to Georgetown
She broke your lil' heart, so you having a meltdown
Five, four, three, two, where is the countdown?
My sauce is rare, so I won't leak the secret
That snippet you posted, I'd rather you keep it
If she looking bad, then she might get the treatment
You say that you cold, but I'm way below freezing
I'm rather intelligent, move with the elegance
Niggas do anything just to stay relevant
Shorty, she ugly and built like an elephant
You talk about rapping and yes, I'm a specialist
I dual with the beat like it's Mustang and Sally
Oh, you think I'm winning? Well, go check the tally
I float the work like I'm good with an alley
I'm blowing up, but I see that you doubt me (Retro)