You Are My High ! Tae Retro (Ft. Cayo Banks)

[Intro: Tae Retro]
Hold on, Tae Retro

[Verse 1: Tae Retro and Cayo]
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 act for the 'Gram 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?"
A 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 crown '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, well, I'd love to see you come stop me (Woah, woah)