| My whole fit look retro, can’t trust you, no Metro
|
| My mojo so extra, she so fine and sexy
|
| Way too drunk and messy, she forgot to text me
|
| Right now I feel empty, pills she pop like plenty
|
| Please don’t pop too many, please stay off the Xanny
|
| Her whole fit by Fendi, her makeup by Fenty
|
| Oh you think you fancy, please don’t crash a Bentley
|
| She love to go fast, foot pressed on the gas
|
| Retro, retro yuh
|
| Retro, retro
|
| Retro, retro
|
| Retro modern lit, retro modern lit
|
| Retro modern lit, retro modern lit
|
| Retro modern lit, retro modern lit
|
| Lambo down, lambo down yeah
|
| Lambo down yeah, retro modern
|
| Lambo down Mulholland Drive, shade with the tint all on my eyes
|
| 24 inch all on my ride, I pledge to get fresh or die
|
| I hit the blunt and I drink right after
|
| Party at the club and a party right after
|
| California drugs in a California mansion
|
| Rockstar life no Marilyn Manson
|
| Tab all on my tongue, do drugs while I’m young
|
| Lit up like the sun, smoke all in my lungs
|
| Please tape off my section, please stop with the flexing yuh |
| Clear out my direction, she just want attention
|
| Sex, drugs, rock and roll, I can not go slow
|
| That’s just how it go through the high and lows
|
| All she do is blow, all I smoke is dope yuh
|
| My fit clean like soap, I cannot go broke
|
| Ride for me like you ride the metro
|
| Modern life, living like I’m retro
|
| Anxious as fuck, high as fuck, this ain’t nothing new
|
| I go up high as fuck just to catch a view
|
| Rolling up a blunt before I go to sleep
|
| Going on a run, Yeezys on my feet
|
| Retro, retro, retro, yuh, yuh |