Touchdown

[Intro] (Uh, oh) Aye, you know I'm cocaine-crazy right? (Looks like a blowout) These niggas go white this, white that Quit fucking with me (White everything) Aye li'l bitch I fuck with talk 'bout she want white cat You know this my city nigga! (Ho, you crazy) Pussy ass nigga (Cocaine 4) [Hook] I got bass in the trunk, highs on the inside Marshmallow paint, 49er's on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long Field goal, extra point a nigga going strong 210 on the dash, blue jean inside White wit' blue top, like the Yankees when I come past Home run, that boy out the park Bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart [Verse 1] Streets talking, Gotti been doing good Niggas wanna try em, couple niggas from the hood You know how that go, niggas say you don't fuck with 'em Truth be told when I was hustlin' I ain't fuck with 'em (Fuck 'em) Same nigga still owe me on a pack Think a nigga forgot because I'm rappin'? (Nah) When I get off the road, I shoot back to my town New whips, new watch, fuck with me, it's going down Own family hating, niggas looking mad Guess it be little better if a nigga was doing bad But momma got a smile Brother still wild I gotta get this money, I just had another child They say I'm getting fat, guess I'm eating good 20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, (Yo Gotti), Sometimes I think back, I could've went fed This a chance in a lifetime, I gotta think ahead [Hook] I got bass in the trunk, highs on the inside Marshmallow paint, 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long Field goal, extra point a nigga going strong 210 on the dash, Blue jean inside White wit blue top, like the Yankees when I come past Home run, that boy out the park Bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart [Verse 2] My city rooting for me, the club owners mad 'Cause I won't come to kick it for under twenty-five bands And you taking it personal I'm just tryna feed my man's See you ain't a real nigga so that's something you wouldn't understand But if it weren't for my homeboys and if it weren't for my fans I would've been clicked on you bitches Doing a quarter off in the can But I'ma keep on grinding and keep on shining 'Cause that's what you can't stand And I'ma kill you bitches softly every time I ride pass What the fuck make you wanna compete with me? Like you street as me Running 'round here talking down Bitch, you ain't use to be with me Bitch, you ain't use to tote heat with me Bitch, you ain't use to eat with me Bitch I was thuggin' in Ridgecrest Yo funky ass was somewhere down the street Yo fuck ass ain't no real G Tell me where they do that at Gang bang in yo neighborhood But 'round me wouldn't even throw up your set Motherfuckers do anything for a check, okay, that's cool But don't fuck around and let Project Pat or Juicy J get your ass wet On another note, I'm the same nigga wit' mo' paper and more bigger And whenever I'm in town, bitch, I'm right here on Shady Vista My jewelry on, and my car parked, my shirt off with no pistol Ain't none, nigga gon' take nothin' My li'l niggas a shake some My li'l niggas got mo' paper, my li'l niggas don't even rap Runnin' 'round talk 'bout you got signed Bitch, you still living in the trap [Hook] I got bass in the trunk, highs on the inside Marshmallow paint, 49er's on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long Field goal, extra point a nigga going strong 210 on the dash, blue jean inside White wit blue top, like the Yankees when I come past Home run, that boy out the park Bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart