Affiliation - Retch

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