Touchdown (feat. Lul Chriss & Rey Vega)

Touchdown I'm back out it's like I didn't learn much
Troubles chase me, sure nuff I got the worst luck
Fiends callin' me n' wanna get served up
Hoes callin' me they wanna be my first fuck
Touchdown I'm back out it's like I didn't learn much
Troubles chase me, sure nuff I got the worst luck
Fiends callin' me n' wanna get served up
Hoes callin' me they wanna be my first fuck

And ya boy stay high like he scared to drop
And he stay pushin' snow like Carrot Top
I married money when these other people marry bops
Fuck that I'mma grind like I'm Tony Hawk
Stuntman, hop out like I'm James Bond
Stuff stacks, in my stash it's the same song
Cat n' mouse, with the pigs yeah it's game on
Before they lights turn on when I take off
Like a jet, yeah bet but I stay calm
Bust a sweat? None a dat just blaze bomb
Bring the fire to ya; napalm
Don't repent, no regrets I don't sing psalms
1 bitch called, she wants her face fucked
I say Damn girl that didn't really take much
Different bitch, same stuff, suck dick, shake butt
Gettin' dough, outta hoe, go go make bucks

Touchdown I'm back out it's like I didn't learn much
Troubles chase me, sure nuff I got the worst luck
Fiends callin' me n' wanna get served up
Hoes callin' me they wanna be my first fuck
Touchdown I'm back out it's like I didn't learn much
Troubles chase me sure nuff I got the worst luck
Fiends callin' me n' wanna get served up
Hoes callin' me they wanna be my first fuck

Don't play me like a sucka I'll leave it in this bitch
A 2 tone jam 4 Glock protruded with a stick
Bent the block no double back I got the shells up in this bitch
You could catch me with lil brodie he a shooter from the hip
I'm a big dog, we wipe his nose we gon' show him work
Rest In Peace my brotha on my mama dat shit really hurts
I never learned much I hit the road then had the city turnt
We had to move smooth couple skits to the money first
Big moves, I sit back and let the money talk
30 rounds, wit all dat talking knock his body off
It's free Quiese, a hard body you get body rocked
I cut the dope first half a brick then took the other block
Missionary, cause I'mma fuck her wit her legs up
I cheated on my bitch with these guns let them rakes fuck
I'm jammin' cities like yo high point, we dead huh
Get the fuck down and don't move it's a stick-up

Touchdown I'm back out It's like I didn't learn much
Troubles chase me, sure nuff I got the worst luck
Fiends calling me n' wanna get served up
Hoes calling me they wanna be my first fuck
Touchdown I'm back out it's like I didn't learn much
Troubles chase me, sure nuff I got the worst luck
Fiends callin' me n' wanna get served up
Hoes callin' me they wanna be my first fuck

Didn't really learn much potnaz that be servin' up
Breakin' down the profit on the table is the work Blood
Family's gotta eat bruh, get another brick
Every other month a new car n' bitch I get bored quick
They aint tryna learn quick I dip its the mob
You part of the money team if you bickin' wit da squad
Speakin' outta line you're the first one to rob
Never put a bitch before the skilla on God
Niggaz still hatin' we can scrap wit out gloves
Finally blowin' up now everybody showing love
Bickin' wit my Bloods and my bitch bang Cuz
Everywhere I go out I'mma get the same love
So Reymantic, gettin' at yo shawty it's a habit
I don't even know her but that ass I gotta grab it
Pass da bro da strap, Los a shooter he gon' blap it
Disrespect the gang see me turn into a savage

Touchdown I'm back out it's like I didn't learn much
Troubles chase me, sure nuff I got the worst luck
Fiends callin' me n' wanna get served up
Hoes callin' me they wanna be my first fuck
Touchdown I'm back out it's like I didn't learn much
Troubles chase me, sure nuff I got the worst luck
Fiends callin' me n' wanna get served up
Hoes callin' me they wanna be my first fuck



Credits
Writer(s): Deloy Espinosa
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