Touchdown

Fuck that nigga, I'm what's up now
He an out of bounds nigga, baby I'm the touchdown
Fuck that nigga, I'm what's up now
He an out of bounds nigga, baby I'm the touchdown
You tired of your nigga?
Here go my card, give me a call
It's the Platinum Patek, baby, but I gotta black card
I can buy a few things you might like with it (yeah)
Or better yet, I can go and change your life with it (uh)
All you gotta do is, come and spend a night with me
Get on that private jet, yeah and catch a flight with me
We can get a private villa in Jamaica
Then we can come back to the states to some acres
Come ball for me, yeah and count this paper
We might can do the court shit, like the Lakers
But I ain't finna do the most just to date you (nah)
You ain't liquor baby, I ain't finna chase you
It's real simple, you will or you won't
You know I cop Prada, straight outta Milano
You know I keep a mill on me, like Milan Rogue
His broke ass can't even get your nails did
I can LLC you, here baby, go sell wigs
Now drop that bum ass nigga, he a zero
I'm a Tom Ford nigga, I'm a kilo (yeah)
Fuck that nigga, I'm what's up now
He an out of bounds nigga, baby I'm the touchdown
Fuck that nigga, I'm what's up now
He an out of bounds nigga, baby I'm the touchdown
You can't Evelyn me, I'm a OG
Ask around about me, 'cause it's clear that you don't know me (nah)
You know I come through fresher than a peppermint
I come in first place, that nigga come in last, don't he?
I'm a high class nigga, you can brag on me (I'm high class)
If you ain't off glass, I'm a pass on it
I'm a one of a kind nigga, no you can't pass on me (period)
Fuck that nigga, I'm what's up now
He an out of bounds nigga, baby I'm the touchdown
Fuck that nigga, I'm what's up now
He an out of bounds nigga, baby I'm the touchdown
Fuck that nigga, I'm what's up now
He an out of bounds nigga, baby I'm the touchdown
Fuck that nigga, I'm what's up now
He an out of bounds nigga, baby I'm the touchdown



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Writer(s): Devon Franklin
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