My Son

[Intro]
(Retro)
(Keep on flexin’ those muscles)

[Chorus: Retro Messiah]
Nigga bit my swag, I should call you my son
Gold on my neck, shit shine the sun
Four-five on my hip, buss that bitch and you gon' run
Fuckin' on ya bitch, that’s the shit I do for fun
Countin' up the money all day long
Bitch, a lotto blunt, yeah, I'm smokin' on that strong
Call yo bitch a dog 'cause she only want the bone
Hi-tech trappin', drop it off with a drone

[Verse 1: Retro Messiah]
Please bag back, you can't hit my gas pack
Rollin, skimp blunts, that's that shit I laugh at
Pourin' hi-tech like a fuckin' lab rat
Smoke yo bitch out just because her ass fat
Skateboard swag, I feel like Rodney Mullen
I’on give a fuck, I'll slap ya ass out in public
Check my chain out, but nigga, please don't touch it
My ratchet like a ratchet bitch the way it get the bussin'
All these niggas cuffin' all these broke ass hoes
Only thing I'm worried 'bout is a bankroll
Bitches be broke steady thinkin' they a goddess
Get some fuckin' money, ho and stop actin' childish

[Chorus: Retro Messiah]
Nigga bit my swag, I should call you my son
Gold on my neck, shit shine the sun
Four-five on my hip, buss that bitch and you gon' run
Fuckin' on ya bitch, that’s the shit I do for fun
Countin' up the money all day long
Bitch, a lotto blunt, yeah, I'm smokin' on that strong
Call yo bitch a dog 'cause she only want the bone
Hi-tech trappin', drop it off with a drone

[Verse 2: Yung Texaco]
Ayy, big dope smokin', I said fuck my PO
And I’m big face countin, bitch, it's what I D-O
I done hit a couple stains, but don't nobody know
I keep sticks in my terrain, keep a chop at the door
We don't do sneak diss, that ain't street shit
We just pull up and eat shit
Me and my niggas ride with Udonis
Swear that we be on that heat shit
I’m with the trees lit, in a flee fit
Mackin' on a lil' freak bitch
She said I’m the flyest she ever seen
Everything I got on cost a fee
Hop in a fast car then speed
Flexed on whip, boy, you usin' yo feet
Hop out the Ghast, then I hop on the beat
I was thirteen when I hopped in the streets
I was fourteen when I hopped in the cheeks
Ride for my dog 'cause my dog ride for me
I don’t wanna be nobody but me
“Ya name Texaco?", "What?”, that's a damn enemy

[Chorus: Retro Messiah]
Nigga bit my swag, I should call you my son
Gold on my neck, shit shine the sun
Four-five on my hip, buss that bitch and you gon' run
Fuckin' on ya bitch, that’s the shit I do for fun
Countin' up the money all day long
Bitch, a lotto blunt, yeah, I'm smokin' on that strong
Call yo bitch a dog 'cause she only want the bone
Hi-tech trappin', drop it off with a drone