Touchdown

Hopping out the Sprinter like a man down All these little Babas that I can't stand I'm a good villain, I'm a bad man I'm a good villain, I'm a, yeah Get it, then I spend it, get it back, that's a rebate Belt REMY, 4 by 100, I run the relay Haven't heard from Grizzly, been calling for over three days That's a red flag, somebody go run the replay Mr. Referee, why you stressing me, huh? You don't blow the whistle while they pressing me, huh? Y'all been getting greedy with the recipe, huh? Bitches getting needy, why you texting me, huh? They see me and they creeping, they shallow, I go deep end Thinks about the money, rubs hands, Michael Keaton Sipping Beetlejuice in the theater room on the weekend I take her out to eat and eat her out, it got me thinking Do she just want a free meal? Show up for the refill The proof is in the pudding, and the devil's in the details And prolly in my bank account, and somewhere in my emails It got my mind spinning like a Chevy with the Spreewells I keep chopping, I hop in the Green Goblin Off the bean, popping like boroughs in East Compton I'm stone cold, Demi Lovato and Steve Austin Empty out the pocket, my blockers keep blocking When I touch down, I do my dance, ho Walking like a .30 in my pants, ho Ain't nobody trapping out the bando All these bitches trapping on the 'Gram, though When I touch down, I do my dance, ho Walking like a .30 in my pants, ho Ain't nobody trapping out the bando All these bitches trapping on the 'Gram, though Nowadays, nobody engages in conversation for nothing So tell me what you want, and I'll pretend to give a shit Little shit I'm bothered by Can turn your school of thought into a Columbine Study up or fall behind of Father Time Weaving through the street in a Charger, the Marty Schottenheimer Blowing on some marijuana stronger than some carbon fiber Shorty with me, tryna jack me off until her arm get tired Ass so big, you couldn't see the car if it was parked behind her ("Where's your car, dude?") I'll take you for a ride, this a little tangent You would think I planned it Flip it and land it on a different planet (planet!) Yeah, I needed space, just a couple days to myself For my mental health Not the type to ask for help, even when it's necessary I swear the easiest job would to be my secretary I'mma get that cherry-red chariot That bloody Valentino like it's February Taking the top off, I beat the secondary And when I touch down, I do my dance, ho Walking like a .30 in my pants, ho Ain't nobody trapping out the bando All these bitches trapping on the 'Gram, though When I touch down, I do my dance, ho Walking like a .30 in my pants, ho Ain't nobody trapping out the bando All these bitches trapping on the 'Gram, though