[Intro: Tae Retro]
Enrgy made this one
Alright, look

[Verse 1: Tae Retro & BabyTron]
When it comes to spice talkin', I’m very fluent
Ain't no middle ground for them boys, we are not congruent
Me and you are not the same, there is no confusion
I can put your girl onto game, she my favorite student
N***as out here cappin' on they flags like Domination
I could show you how to get the bag with no hesitation
Seen me once, said I was the G.O.A.T., great observation
Whole gang perfect, never miss, we got great spacin’
I done set the trend for all these n***as, need recognition
I done set the wave, I'm on track like expedition
I'm the leading scorer of the league, no competition
Nowadays, I'm good with the numbers like long division
And I'm posted with the same guys
N***as cappin', really out here livin' same lies
He tried to slide, he didn't think, they some brave guys
I’m tryna get it, I don’t care if we on the same time, never let 'em waste mines
I could put up numbers and drop, but I’d rather assist
You could check my field goal stats, I ain't planning to miss
All black Tech, got 'em thinkin' that Retro a Sith
In the rap game, he burnt out, so he needin’ a hit
Phil Jackson, when I'm in that— (Alright, hold on bro)
Phil Jackson, when I'm in that mode, I be coachin' the game
World champ, when it comes to rap, I had multiple reigns
I can snap whenever in the booth, I ain't lyrically sane (Fuck)
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
1400 in my pop, I need my ass beat (Shit)
They only shootin' in the air, is this a track meet?
I don't go to bed, bitch, think about it, do the bag sleep?
Made what you made last year in the past week
MPX put him in a suit, he a fancy man
Unky in the kitchen, whip it up like my granny can
He'll cook you up some quick shit, not no candy yams
Hit the space Runtz, I'm flyin' up like I'm Jango Fett
Three-five of shit, fuck, damn, this'll take yo' breath
We gon' bang yo' head if you a opp and you bang yo' set
On the right path to the M's, I can't take no left
Said he got a sealed pint, give that shit to Faygo Test
Akhi and habibi on your head, better lay low, neph'
Good VPN, hell nah, they can't trace no steps
ShittyBoyz and Tae Retro next, come and place yo' bets
Talking all this big money shit, but you ain't made no check

[Verse 3: StanWill]
Chain water, fit water, got yo' bitch tryna dive on it
Back to back in Scat Packs, pull up lookin' like a hive on it
We'll shut his motherfuckin' block down if we slide on it
Ain't it funny how I'm thinkin' with my dick? She put her mind on it
Mike Amiri, Ksubi, shit, I rock fancy pants
All this motherfuckin' dog shit got my fanny crammed
I'll drill his ass with the hammer, I'm a handyman
Multicolor diamonds, new chain look like Candyland
Bro'll shoot that bitch from long range, like he hoop still
'Vette with the missing roof when I make the coupe squeal
Triple S's on, but it give a bitch the boot still
Five hundred dollar brunch, all I bought was two meals
Touchdown in LA, feel like Matt Stafford
He keep rappin' 'bout them pounds, he a cap trapper
Once I get the neck up off you, we can't chat after
Buddy thinkin' we gon' knuckle up, boy, we don't lack, scrapper
[Outro: StanWill]
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?