Retro - Beez

I had snakes in my grass but a nigga did mow that

Wait, ain’t no in-between they either love or they hate

Either they real or they fake

Either I’m chill or I’m ain’t

Either I’m chill or I’m ain’t

I am the bomb, detonate

I got the weed in my J

I got your bitch in my phone

She really digs my cologne

I smell like success

She said you smell like a failure

I know that shit sounds familiar

I’m on my way to the airport, got a flight in an hour

Don’t ask me where I’m going 'cause I’m going to tell you the top

Feel like the first of the month, first of the month

What up, life, what up, life, what up, life, what up, life

I’m turning into a monster, I’m turning into a beast

I am too sick for a doctor, I am too sick, too sick, too sick sick

Retro, retro, retro

I am a dog I belong in a Petco

(I am a dog I belong in a, I am a, I am a dog I belong in a)

Retro, retro, retro

I am a dog I belong in a--hold up

Looking out the window it’s a long ways down (it's a long ways, long ways,

long ways)

Older cousin told me fuck with people that I know I can depend on

I’ve done so many favors for myself that I need ten arms

Told my grandma that I’m eating 'cause they hate when you don’t

('Cause they hate if you don’t, hate if you won’t, hate if you won’t)

That shit won’t faze me

People tell me I’m crazy

'Cause I don’t do the normal

And I’m suit for this business

I’m not too shabby when formal

Let me inform you, I do this

Dawg my head, man, my body

They look at me like Anubis

Don’t get it twisted like Rubik’s

I’m everything niggas not

Look in the mirror, see mucus

And because of the music

They shoot they love like they Cupid

Feel like the first of the month, first of the month

What up, life, what up, life, what up, life, what up, life

I’m turning into a monster, I’m turning into a beast

I am too sick for a doctor, I am too sick, too sick, too sick sick

Retro, retro, retro

I am a dog I belong in a Petco

(I am a dog I belong in a, I am a, I am a dog I belong in a)

Retro, retro, retro

I am a dog I belong in a--

(I am a dog I belong in a-, I am a, I am a dog I belong in a-)

(I am a dog I belong in a-, I am a, I am a dog I belong in a-)

A’ight (-Long in a-, long in a-, long in a-)

A’ight (-Long in a-, long in a-, long in a-)

Yeah, yeah (-Long in a-, long in a-, long in a-)

(Laughing)

(-Long in a, long in a, long in a)

I want big green like Reptar

I want big green like Reptar

I want my money in hand

I want my roof in my trunk

And my weed must smell like skunk

And my shoes must be retro

And my bitch must be so bad that I got to return her to the pet store

You niggas annoy me to the maximum

Want features, man, I’m taxing 'em

Because the shit I come up with flows off better than laxatives

Favors is what they ask of him

Mercy is what they want from me

Murciélago vehicle, damn I hope it’s in store for me

Even if niggas was out of stock

I ain’t got time like I’m out of clocks

Bring me my shit, nigga, A.S.A.P

I got fucking problems like I’m ASAP

Y’all don’t want to play with me my nigga

I don’t want to have to go West Calumet in this dealership

Bring all my niggas from West Calumet to the dealership

And just have all of these niggas start stealing shit

Feel like the first of the month, first of the month

What up, life, what up, life, what up, life, what up, life

I’m turning into a monster, I’m turning into a beast

I am too sick for a doctor, I am too sick, too sick, too sick sick

Retro, retro, retro

I am a dog I belong in a Petco

(I am a dog I belong in a-, I am a, I am a dog I belong in a-)

Retro, retro, retro

I am a dog I belong in a--