Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Are My High !, artist - Tae Retro
Date of issue: 11.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Are My High ! |
She told me to slide, she slid me the addy before I could reply to the sentence |
This niggas not hard, they not finna shoot like that one rapper from Memphis |
I’m finna cook up like I learn from a chemist |
They say I’m the G.O.A.T. |
before I even finish |
You niggas be going out sad for a mention |
These niggas ain’t hard as they claim and I meant it (Wait, hold on) |
Feasting on beats, what’s a menu? |
The flow get you out of your body like Ginyu |
The money is something that I just attend to |
This nigga just asked for the grand with no venue |
Ran it up 'til I tear my meniscus |
Ran it up like I care 'bout my fitness |
You hear the song like, «Retro, you did this?» |
I’m pure slasher, how I came with the quickness (Wait, hold on) |
Top five and it’s not even debatable |
He tried to keep up, but he know he incapable |
They wanna use me, but I’m never available |
You niggas is sadly mistaken |
I snatch the crowd 'cause it’s up for the taking |
Niggas hating and it’s obviously blatant |
I keep quiet 'bout the money I’m making |
And I just 3−0'd the beat, in other words, I done caught me a body (Woah) |
And you ain’t gotta speak on my snapping 'cause honestly, I just do it for |
hobby (Woah, woah) |
Picture a room without Retro, hard to do 'cause they can’t ever crop me (Woah, |
woah) |
And I’m far up, you pray on my fall, but I’d love to see if you can stop me |
(Woah, woah) |
I’m not, nigga |
Woke up to that bag, lil' nigga |
It ain’t bout what you jack, lil' nigga |
I got moves like I was Jag', don’t you say you smoke that pack, lil' nigga |
'Cause my guy gon' have to get you |
My bitch, she look too bad, lil' nigga |
Might hop out and crash the whip |
And you know I don’t even play that shit |
Go 'head, go 'head, play with my shit |
And I can’t leave without my kit |
I love her, can’t play my bitch |
I’m from VA, it’s channel 396 |
Black boy, don’t get put in the mix |
You know you not meant for this |
Man, I’m finna spin your shit (Ahem, Tae Retro) |
On the beat, I’m throwing punches like Kakarot |
Your boy ain’t tough, man, you know that he act a lot |
Making money, Retro really do stack a lot |
You wanna slide, but that’s too detrimental |
How you gon' slide if it’s not beneficial? |
He not a thinker, so they cracking his mental |
It turns out that that’s not very simple |
And I got the sauce that I’m keeping a secret |
I’ll never release it 'cause niggas be stealing |
And I keep it real because that’s all that I know |
I do not see the point in me tryna spare feelings |
If you wanna battle, it’s not recommendable |
I’m too turnt, got me feeling invincible |
He said he shooting, best believe that it’s fictional |
You want a verse, then the fee is additional |
Bitch ass man, go 'head, get out of my way |
'Fore all my niggas gon' spray |
Bad bitch let me beat on her face |
Tay-K, we done did that race |
And I can’t stand here and play no games |
And I’m like, «Ain't no way» |
Just hear the 808's |
It take your pain away |
And all of my niggas ain’t going for nothing |
Stepback shooter, might shoot yo' muffin |
He said he gon' run my shit, he bluffing |
This squad, all my niggas coming |
Either you real or either you fake, there is no ground in the middle |
When I’m in the stu', I’m known to lash out, no, I cannot keep it civil |
Tae Retro, uh |
Tae Retro |
Yeah |