Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Retro Flow, artist - G Herbo. Date of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Retro Flow |
| Welcome to the fast life, buy Hemi to see what the dash like |
| Used to ride Buicks, Tauruses, now I get 10k for choruses |
| Pull up hoppin' outta foreign shit, splash brothers with me, scorin' shit |
| Foe nem sluttin' hoes, all on tour shit, fine freak bitches, don’t want boring |
| shit |
| Remember youngins sleeping on the floor shit, check my bank account, |
| my shit enormounis |
| I mean enormous, big books on me, no thesaurus |
| I never lied even back when I was broke, these other rappers act C.B.4. |
| shit |
| Hundred thousand, probably saw like four of them, back up on my shit I need |
| some more of them |
| Never satisfied, I need millions, niggas sitting 'round, it’s civilians |
| It’s civilians, niggas killin' 'em, old ladies, man, even children |
| Real street nigga, I ain’t feelin' it, but when it come to beef, |
| I ain’t feeling shit |
| Niggas say they see the opps, they spilling 'em, everytime they see the opps |
| they missin' 'em |
| Hit the innocent, go do sentences, we don’t play around, lil bro finish 'em |
| Soberer than a bitch, I ain’t been sippin' shit, stacking hundreds, |
| making forties, little shit |
| Shit ridiculous, used to shop at corner stores with fifty cents, |
| probably died trying not to mention it |
| I had beef up in my hood like Fifty Cent, but I ain’t ever have to make a many |
| man |
| Know my death was wanted bad, by many man, so you know I gotta keep it with me |
| then |
| Forty glizzy with me, come and get me then, kill a nigga |
| Lord, oh forgive me, foe nem fuck around and get me him |
| And sometimes, shit, it just remind me of nights at the club again |
| No security was searching me, you know that I’ma get the burner in |
| 150 Dream Team behind me, always looking grimey |
| And as far as trouble, we don’t want none, but we still a find it |
| I’m from Chiraq, this the lifestyle, I don’t even mind it |
| Hollows in the forty-five, X.D., beam on the side of it |
| I can’t trust these hoes, see yo house, put niggas right on it |
| Fuck that bitch in a hotel, kick her out, I put my life on it |
| I ain’t worried about no niggas, you know that I keep my pipe on it |
| I ain’t saying nobody can get me but I see suspicion, I’m right on it |
| Let a nigga catch me slipping, you know I deserve it |
| Rather go out in the foreign, on the e-way swervin' |
| When I die, don’t let no pussy niggas in my service |
| My view be so high in the sky, my phone don’t got no service |
| I get high and think of all them nights when I was serving |
| Never went through no peer pressure, lived my life on purpose |
| If you alive and don’t get paper, you ain’t got no purpose |
| What the fuck up with the world, everybody savage |
| Nobody wanna be no doctors, all the shorties get clapped at |
| Ain’t nobody going to college, all of the shorties on SnapChat |