Emmitt Smith

[Intro: Quavo] 50, 40, there he go... 30, down sideline, uh! 20, there he go! Touchdown, touchdown! Go! Go! Go! [Chorus: Quavo] Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a pussy nigga I just touched down on a pussy nigga Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a pussy nigga I just touched down on a pussy nigga [Verse 1: Quavo] Finessing the plug, I run with that sack and I make a touchdown Ran up the money, hall of fame of finesse, ain't no Jim Brown I know my momma she proud of me Young rich nigga, we the new trend now Came a long way, from kicking the doors Now people they pay me in PayPal Want me to fuck with you 'cause I came up nigga? My momma she told me she love me, go get money nigga! I came a long way From trapping in trenches to rockin' the mic and I did it, we did it My pockets on Pinky and I'm taking a pic From flying from city to city [Chorus: Quavo] Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a pussy nigga I just touched down on a pussy nigga Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a pussy nigga I just touched down on a pussy nigga [Verse 2: Takeoff] Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the Emmitt for niggas who envy Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy With double F's on me, no Fendi My niggas ain't feelin' their bitches They put on their ski-masks, they leavin' no witness My wrist it be spinnin' I'm doin' my fitness Hall of fame trappin', young niggas I'm feedin' My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells I'm baking and dodging the camera Young nigga running with the work, Earl Campbell Trapping in bandos and shelters Young Takeoff and I'm finna buy Delta Pourin' that 2 plus 2 in my Fanta Your pockets look like they got cancer I just bought a brand new Mercedes from Haiti and set it on some Walter Paytons My 'migo he asked me to front him a kilo, I threw it to him like I was Peyton I told momma we gon' make it Now I'm on trips to Macon Making a trip to go get the narcotics I-75 with the pocket rocket [Chorus: Quavo] Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a pussy nigga I just touched down on a pussy nigga Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a pussy nigga I just touched down on a pussy nigga [Verse 3: Offset] Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew! Glaw, bow! That's a hundred rounds Glaw, glaw! Nigga lay it down (fuck nigga) None of my plugs from America (nope), Africa (where?), Australia (where?) Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers (glaw) None of my niggas they scared of yah! Hang a fuck nigga like ornament (fuck nigga) Broke ass nigga unfortunate (broke nigga) I keep the babies like orphanage babies Go to the moon like astrologist We not acceptin' apologies Sellin' the dope to economies Young rich nigga ridin' 'round in the Bentley Throwin' money out the ceiling momma told me I'm ignant! I'm two steps ahead of ya, never been regular Hit a nigga with the antidope and we burry him Hop in the Jag', I'm droppin' the top back Smoking on gas like a nigga got cataracts Duck ass nigga I'm calling you Aflac Alley oop dunking them bricks it's a Shaq attack Only one bird can bring the whole corner back Mike Offset Vick, throw it like a quarterback [Chorus: Quavo] Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a pussy nigga I just touched down on a pussy nigga Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a pussy nigga I just touched down on a pussy nigga