Alpine Streets - Retrow Lyrics

Three, two, one
Running out of rubber bands, rubber bands
This was all a part of the plan, part of the plan

Yeah I'm on another flight, till we land
Yeah I'm on another flight
Real shit, this is real shit, dawg, can you feel it
Feel it, dawg, this is real shit

Real shit, dawg, can you feel it
Looking at my neck, you see diamonds, yeah, all fake
But it's shining, you all copying my style
Call em' Simon, looking at my watch as we land to get it dialed in

Looking at the dash, see it rising, get these hoes in check
They're all wiling, got another check
See me smiling, yeah, we in the stu
And I'm dialed in

Fresh to death, Uncle Phil
All you boys stuck, like it's jail
All my shit is hot, straight from hell
Money don't stop, watch it swell

Getting dollars quick no slow money
None of your hunnids are legit, Real show money
All my hunnids green, real old money
Sipping on the cream, in my throne honey

Countin all this guap, she love me for my peso
My dawgs on the team, put emm on payroll
Yeah we in the stu, sipping tinted Fuego
Your girl over here and she do what I say so

Countin all this guap, she love me for my peso
My dawgs on the team, put emm on payroll
Yeah we in the stu, sipping tinted Fuego
Your girl over here and she do what I say so

What I say so, What I say so
I been gettin' high, I think I need to lay low
Rari got so many horses, by myself a stable
Devil on my right, on my left I got a halo

When it come to money, I be itchin' like a crack fein
Got some more green, gonna catch me I'm relapsing
I can't think about the past, cause that shit distracting
Tunnel vision one, eye call myself a trap queen

Cuttin all my fingers from the paper, I'm thumbin
Money green like Ireland, cause that shit, it be Dublin
Don't f*ck with pretty girls, dimes are never a hundred
Catch me in my prime, yeah this lifestyle, I'm in love with

Bought a new belt, it's a huge waist of cash
So much booze out, yeah my liver won't last
Kill the pussy now, all the flags have masks
Kill the pussy now, that bitch in the past

Countin all this guap, she love me for my peso
My dawgs on the team, put him on payroll
Yeah we in the stu, sipping tinted Fuego
Your girl over here and she do what I say so

Countin all this guap, she love me for my peso
My dawgs on the team, put him on payroll
Yeah we in the stu, sipping tinted Fuego
Your girl over here and she do what I say so

Coming with the shit, and you know that it's nothing
Steady sipping lean, doing damage to my stomach
Got me tripping hard, side to side, might plummet
Only thing your crew doing, is running, get running

We gon' send your ass to heaven
If you pull up to the crib, might teach your ass a lesson
To be honest, it ain't really hard to cop a Smith & Wesson
You tweaking by your side, bitch, she not even a seven

Nothing fixing me, no, not even confession
Just living my best life with all these blessings
You think sex is free, but that shit gonna cost her
You think she old girl, but she all up on my roster

Shawty took my kids, yeah she acting like a foster
You only got your bitch, cause your boy put you on
I'm hustling, from morning to dawn
Homie tell me hop on spit bars, now I'm gone

Countin all this guap, she love me for my peso
My dawgs on the team, put him on payroll
Yeah we in the stu, sipping tinted Fuego
Your girl over here and she do what I say so

Countin all this guap, she love me for my peso
My dawgs on the team, put him on payroll
Yeah we in the stu, sipping tinted Fuego
Your girl over here and she do what I say so