Touch Down 2 Cause Hell (Bow Bow Bow)
Baow, Baow, Baow
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil Treble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
I say hold up
Shawdy smoking zaza out the pack
I tell her roll up
Niggas muggin' stupid, lookin' crazy like they know us
You ain't got no money, plus you bummy
And you tore up
You pretty, but bitch so what?
Me and Boosie in the maybach
Good and full of liquor
Seen a cutie with some booty
Tryna jugg her with this pickle
All my niggas rollin' backwoods
They don't fuck around with Swishers
I been fuckin' on his bitch, I just was fuckin' on her sister
Leanin' on this juice, bitch i got Wock' up in my double cup
Baby gettin' money, but lil' bitch know you can't fuck with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans
Yeah, it's up with us
Pussy nigga you ain't bout' that shit, so what you buckin' for?
I touched down at 11:45 (11:45)
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I fuck with 54, that swim team, they gon' dive
I said bitch, don't turn me down
It's up, no comin' down, turn me up
Is that purple I smell, bad bitch on my trail
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left, I be doin' my step
Gucci on all my belt
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin' fuck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Turn up on these niggas, I been runnin' up the bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my ass now
I can hit yo ho and I ain't gotta put my MAC down
I been fuckin' bitches out in Houston back to Sac-Town
Ooh, Ooh, My bitch expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And bitch, I'm rollin' like a train, hollerin' choo-choo
I'm retarded in the brain, I got loose screws
Ain't do no play, but that's my dog like it's Blues Clues
Never back down from a soul, you know me a warrior
Me a warrior
I just hit the mall with your ho, and you know I'm spoilin' her
Yeah I'm spoilin' her (HD)
Is that purple I smell, bad bitch on my trail
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left, I be doin' my step
Gucci on all my belt
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin' fuck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah (HD)
Lil Treble made the beat, he only had to play it once
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil Treble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
I say hold up
Shawdy smoking zaza out the pack
I tell her roll up
Niggas muggin' stupid, lookin' crazy like they know us
You ain't got no money, plus you bummy
And you tore up
You pretty, but bitch so what?
Me and Boosie in the maybach
Good and full of liquor
Seen a cutie with some booty
Tryna jugg her with this pickle
All my niggas rollin' backwoods
They don't fuck around with Swishers
I been fuckin' on his bitch, I just was fuckin' on her sister
Leanin' on this juice, bitch i got Wock' up in my double cup
Baby gettin' money, but lil' bitch know you can't fuck with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans
Yeah, it's up with us
Pussy nigga you ain't bout' that shit, so what you buckin' for?
I touched down at 11:45 (11:45)
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I fuck with 54, that swim team, they gon' dive
I said bitch, don't turn me down
It's up, no comin' down, turn me up
Is that purple I smell, bad bitch on my trail
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left, I be doin' my step
Gucci on all my belt
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin' fuck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Turn up on these niggas, I been runnin' up the bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my ass now
I can hit yo ho and I ain't gotta put my MAC down
I been fuckin' bitches out in Houston back to Sac-Town
Ooh, Ooh, My bitch expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And bitch, I'm rollin' like a train, hollerin' choo-choo
I'm retarded in the brain, I got loose screws
Ain't do no play, but that's my dog like it's Blues Clues
Never back down from a soul, you know me a warrior
Me a warrior
I just hit the mall with your ho, and you know I'm spoilin' her
Yeah I'm spoilin' her (HD)
Is that purple I smell, bad bitch on my trail
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left, I be doin' my step
Gucci on all my belt
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin' fuck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah (HD)
Lil Treble made the beat, he only had to play it once
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Writer(s): Noah William Davis
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