Retarded

Retarded
[Verse 1]
I'm stackin,rappin but if I just so happen was itI probably would
be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin
I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats r something
Look kike my return won't be long
The streets keep asking 4 me
Young savage on the mound game ova now
I'm in Houston and A Town wheres the muthafuckin crown
I don't have no fuc*** friends
I'm solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down
Coloaborate
Just f*** wit them that's makin me sick
Sbroil bitches don't want share
So I'm taking dis shit
I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope
No money, no love,just tears,weed, blood, and hoes
I'm like slim these niggas don't feel my pain
A ninty-nine problems and but a bitch ain't one
Ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain't come
Shitd we just trying see which one

[Chorus:]
I'm so retarded
And I'm gon all hard and
My game mutheafuckin bitch brains up
And I just getting started
They hate 2 see a ni*** ballin
They rather see a ni*** coughin
But rap money, street money I'm gon see money
Bitch ni*** ragarded
[Verse 2]
If the shit ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money
it don't make sense If you really
ain't bout nothing You better zip your lips cause around here stuntin
ni*** emp yo clip
My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips
Cause I slap all my bitches u can call me a pimp I'm like the hood
candy lady
I got them chips
I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips
2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till da touch
So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much
vest up up wit my chest and stomach not becuz I'm scared
But no they coming i hope they don't shoot 4 my head

[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
18 riding lacks ni***
How you hate dat?
Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back ni***
Yall ain't got do shit
Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat
turn up da beat
A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it
Disrebute dis heat
I got tha biggest fuc*** bug buzzin in dis streets
I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N-T
But you forgot bout me
Thought i was gone where i'm gone go
I run dis mutha fuc***
I'm the spice in da gumbo
I'm bout my fuc*** paper man dats all I fuc*** want more
U gone gets wats mine
Oh no, u a dumb hoe
Still good,still can get u rite on da down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge
I'm da ni*** wit da snow
2 let yall niggas do yall thang so I hope yall been gettin it
Wat up playa
I'm da new mayor of da city ni***
[Chorus]