Tacnort (Feat. Cosznmo & Tae Retro)

Yeah hold on, uh, yeah
Hold on, uh, yeah
(Hey, Olly, ah, come on in here, dude)
Grrah, grrah, grrah grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Uh, uh, yeah (We love you, Coz)

Fees got a tag like I'm working for Louis
I pop a Xan' like my hat got the Gucci
I keep a Drac' when I slide like I'm Toosie
Pass her the Act'
Now she wan' make a movie
Roll up the roll like I'm smoking on sushi
Bunny boy tune in the sky like I'm Looney
Stay with my dog in the trap like he Stewie
(Uh, yeah) trap hot, wheels got hot
So we slid in the Matchbox
Shoot through the windows
We gave him a backdrop
Making her back fold just like a laptop
Making hеr back fold just like a flip phone
Popping a Perc'
Sеnd me back like a flintstone
Hollows gon' put him to sleep when we tiptoe
Talk on the 'net, sending bullets in crypto
(Oh, yeah, uh, uh, uh)
I get him popped in his cap like a bottle
Sending the shots at an opp like a model
Put in a pack, now we smoking on throttle
Got him hit with a pump
Now we smoking this gas
Smooth with a chop' like I play for the Jazz
Had this ho hit a high note
She breaking the glass
Got to chase to the racks
Had to run in this lap (Uh, hold on, Retro)
I should go sign with Tyler
The way I'm creating, the new Wolf Haley
Or maybe, I'm Carly Rae, the
Way I won't call her, not even maybe
She tryna blow me like a 3-1 lead
The hate getting real, but I gotta proceed
And Edison goated, just leave it to me
Ain't talking Valhalla, he die for the creed
(Tae Retro) you wanna put Tae to the test
You don't even know I'm a
Fan of the pressure
And none of you niggas can ho
Me, you don't even know me
That's just for the record
In my modern life, I ain't cuffing no Heffer
She claiming she loyal
She creep like a leopard
It's getting too hot
Gotta ghost like a pepper
You more handicap, never known as a stepper
(yeah)

Shorty a bird, I could tell by her feathers
Gotta pretend I'm only her friend
I enter the void, she back to her man
She back to the streets like a back of a band
(Wait) she back to the streets like
I'm back to the bands
Shorty berserk, I'm halving the Xan'
(Damn, wait)
Shorty berserk, she halving the Xan'
Got used to the bitch like
The back of my hands
The victory sweet like the back of a van
(Huh, yeah)
I'm punching the nine to five in a union
Getting my bread right for the bunions
Cozzy been showing me the way in music
Retro'll do a feature, getting buckets
Booty, just need an element to fuck it
Shorty gon' bust the tip like a musket (Ha)
I got a money move, you better trust it
(yeah) still got a bad ho, no designer
Sorry, I bossed up like the Mamba
I got an aged type like your momma
Tryna get Halo 6 for my youngin
Keep getting fast food, fuck a kitchen
No, I don't need clout, fuck a mention
Maybe, the best ho's need some distance
Somebody (Damn)
Somebody snaking me, I had a vision
How is you my boy? You in your feelings