Touchdown

(Wheezy outta here)

Yeah, yeah

Back on my young nigga shit, made a bunch of this shit

Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit

And you know how I come when I come through that bitch

Got the streets in a lock, I'm done, conquered that shit

Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble that shit

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

I just sold 'em 200, it's rush hour

Was determined to buy me a bust down

Back in school, I was serving the bus driver

He was talking, now he got the hush mouth

Put the gas to the floor when I pull out

Told my momma ain't no more gettin' put out

Know they listen, I know what to put out

Free the guys, I can't wait 'til they get out

Shit get hot, then I know how to chill out

Smoking dope if you're think I'll sell out

From the hood to the pen into Hardvard

I'ma make this shit happen regardless

Skateboard P, Louis V on my garments

I'm the bank, if you broke need to borrow some

Why they playing like I ain't the hardest?

Like I ain't tryna dodge the charges?

Ain't no pillow talking to hoes

You know that they run back and tell everything that you said 'bout it

Nigga weird, I don't know what to call it

Real gangsta, I ain't rocking no nail polish

Where I'm from, when they rob, you don't tell on 'em

Go and get you a hammer and nail some

Ever since I was little, tryna sell some

Penthouse, top of the top, I done leveled up

Riding 'round with Dracs and Glocks

The vehicle BP, we still be on all that

I ain't saying you a bitch, but you know your shit

Got took and you had to charge that

Really could've been a pimp

The way that she tricking these niggas and give me a charge back

It ain't sweet in the streets, gotta beat the concrete

This shit really should come with a hard hat

All that arguing on cameras ain't called for

Know I come through and clutch like a small forward

I can turn your lil' men into bag carriers

I'm still fucking them over in all areas

Back on my young nigga shit, made a bunch of this shit

Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit

And you know how I come when I come through that bitch

Got the streets in a lock, I'm done, conquered that shit

Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble that shit

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

Pull up crazy, that car gon' get blew down

Popped a je-nee-nee, hit her for two hours

Give her racks when we fuck, I don't do flowers

Paranoid, I'm fucked up from the shootouts

I made all this shit happen with two ounces

Run it up, bought my sisters them new houses

I'm the one, it ain't nothing the two 'bout me

I'm that nigga, ain't nothin' you can do 'bout it (No)

She that bitch, she pop out with a new body

From a Buick Regal to a Bugatti

Made it out and got rich, but I still grind

Cut the lights off and all of us still shine

Eliantte and Wafi get more diamonds

I done told you before that I'm low down

Got more guns than a COD loadout

I'ma take me a few 'fore I go out

You want everything new, but you wore out

You want everything new, but you wore out

Back on my young nigga shit, made a bunch of this shit

Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit

And you know how I come when I come through that bitch

Got the streets in a lock, I'm done, conquered that shit

Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble that shit

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

Yeah, go with your instinct, gon' let that switch sting

I heard your bitch stink, I don't want her