Retarded - Webbie

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!

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

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

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