Lyrics Throwin' Sets Down - Retch

Throwin' Sets Down

Yeah, all these niggas gettin' they shit took
The fuck was the Draco, man?
Where, where was your shooters at?
Know what I’m sayin'?
Where the fuck was the Draco at?
Who had the 30?
I thought niggas had sticks, man, like, ain’t nobody had the 30?
Bitch ass niggas, where the stendo was at?
Yo, uh
Ridin' Route 80 with that work, niggas thumbin' out
Fastmoney, bitch, so you know it’s never runnin' out
Never played the bin but we had rock and we was drummin' out
Like Nick Cannon, bitch, we pack cannons, get to sluggin' out
Feel like Metal Gear Solid out the projects, nigga
Still doin' foreigns whether it’s Sunset or it’s Collins, nigga
Niggas debatin' if a nigga signed a rap deal
Sign what?
I’m in the trap still
OT, hittin' baddies from the back still
Places couples out doin' dates, I’m doin' snack meals
Yeah, I’m sippin' red but I be wishin' it was Act still
Yeah, shout my nigga Leeks on that first cup
Just fucked a bitch, that’s wavy, nigga, surf’s up
I’m hangin' 10 in that pussy, uh
Gang shit, invite my friends to that pussy, uh
Ha, pass a bitch like a Nerf ball
Shot out of space, my first day back on Earth, dog
Haha, they don’t get it though
Might let you rock about that shit, but I ain’t forget it though
Got bad bitches gettin' deaded like they regular
Fuck bad bitches, yeah, I got about a plethora
I can’t compete if I’m ahead of ya
Marry with McQueen and et cetera
YSL my bitch, sweater her
Why you think them up niggas sweatin' her?
Play with them racks like federal, uh
Haha, rock a durag to the Met Gala
Tinashe still playin', should’ve been smashed her
Tenth grade, I was trappin', tryna pitch faster
High speed chase, I got a way up, now the whip crashin'
Uh, that’s on God, I really bumped them niggas
Niggas speakin' on the kid, I’m not concerned with niggas
Uh, all my opps broke or they dead now
Out the coupe, throwin' sets up like, «Fuck your dead mans»
For real, nigga
Like, Fastmoney, bitch
076 or blow seven dicks, you heard?