Retch - Affiliation lyrics

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Retch - Affiliation lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse] 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 mood n***as 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, n***a Shawarma king, b**h I'm from the block, n***a And I'm nothing like these n***as and these weird fashions No old heads that got him, n***as straight f*ggots Little pants with the funny shoes And y'alls is tryna be tough, y'all some funny dudes Half you n***as trash and half you n***as clowns Let's take it back to snatching walks and duffing n***as 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 n***as that it's Fast Money Finesse the World 'til the day that the feds plug me Throwing big H'z, n***as think I'm brim And I'm riding to the d**h, n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as even had ya mother smoking n***a