Retarded

[Verse 1] I'm stackin, rappin but if I just so happened Was it I probably would be posted up thuggin, sellin crack or somethin I had to leave it alone cause the rats are something Look like my return won't be long The streets keep asking for me Young savage on the mound game ova now I'm in Houston and A Town wheres the motherfuckin crown I don't have no fuckin friends I'm solo now Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down Coloaborate Just fuck wit them that's makin me sick Spoil bitches don't want share So I'm taking this shit I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against the 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 BITCH!! [Hook] I'm so retarded And I'm gon all hard and My game mutheafuckin bitch brains up And I just getting started They hate to see a nigga ballin They rather see a nigga coughin But rap money, street money I'm gon see money Bitch nigga regardless [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 And If you really ain't bout nothing You better zip your lips Cause around here stuntin nigga emp yo clip Man My grand so ridickuless You can call me the clips And I slap all my bitches you 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 the 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 for my head [Hook] [Verse 3] 18 riding lacks nigga How you hate dat? Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back nigga Yall ain't got do shit Just leave it to me Push record for yo boy and lay back and kick up yo beat Turn up the beat A pen paper give me one sheet put a barcode on it Distribute this heat I got the biggest fuckin bug buzzin in this 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 this mother fucker I'm the spice in the gumbo I'm bout my fuckin paper man dats all I fuckin want more You gone gets wats mine Oh no, you a dumb ho Still good, still can get you rite on the down low It never snow in Baton Rouge I'm the nigga wit the snow 2 let y'all niggas do y'all thang so I hope y'all been gettin it Wat up playa I'm the new mayor of the city nigga [Hook]