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