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