Retch Affiliation Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse]
They got guns but they can't aim
Cops snatch me, I don't chant names
Just pop bills like it's champagne
And drop tops like it can't rain
Just know it's money if that phone rang
You new niggas got no aura
Straight food, I should cold dog ya
Murders pop and took the coat off ya
And catch me headed to the coast warmer
Drug dealer turned boat boarder
Might do the loafers with no socks, nigga
Shit, who I am kidding, bitch I'm from the block, nigga
And I'm nothing like these niggas and these weird fashions
No old heads to guide 'em, niggas straight faggots
Little pants with the funny shoes
And y'alls is tryna be tough, y'all some funny dudes
Half you niggas trash and half you niggas clowns
Let's take it back to snatching walks and duffing niggas out Loose laces in my air forces
Waves is spinning all stupid, could make a bear nauseous
And jack women off the hook cause they see me with Soul
They wanna know if I'm TDE, the Mob, or I'm both
Ha, I tell these niggas that it's Fast Money
Finesse the World 'til the day that the feds plug me
Throwing big H'z, niggas think I'm brim
And I'm riding to the death, niggas sink or swim
And all I wanna do is get the neck from RiRi
Making plays on the phone while I'm watching TV
Fix a bowl of Cap'n Crunch and vac seal the diddy
I used to bag the soft and burn one with my nigga Drizzy
Sell it out the 'brid with the no lights
Winter time, no heat, but it was alright
Cause everybody had they bands up
From X, weed, to .2s of the tan stuff
Niggas even had ya mother smoking
Nigga