TouchDown
Bust down, Chiraq, few hoes
Touchdown
Passport stamped up, kudos hut now
Smoking on Haze, I'm surfing clouds not waves
Still on the grind, my bitch ain't seen me in days
Man I'm too caught in my ways I need me a therapist
Still think about Maryland, man I love me a terrapin
It's situations going on, I ain't trying be turbulent
But loose lips sink ships,
So I ain't hear a word of it
I'm moving on with my petty
Still gotta work on it
Said she too tired, to fuck tonight,
Still better jerk on it
Won't catch me out in these
Streets, still put work on it
It's been a while since I had you naked, you know I gotta murder it
Brainstorming these numbers on my Rain Man
Scheming, plotting, had a few ideas didn't jog it
I mean Batman was that dude but a few dudes went with robbin
I mean gimme the loot is a verse in a few dudes bibles
Uhh bust down, Chiraq, few hoes
Touchdown
Passport stamped up, kudos hut now
Smoking on Haze, I'm surfing clouds not waves
Still on the grind, my bitch ain't seen me in days
Man I'm too caught in my
Ways, I need me a therapist
Still think about them cops, glad they ain't murder us
It's real shit going on and I do feel
Turbulent
But closed mouths don't fed is the word in this
Touchdown
Passport stamped up, kudos hut now
Smoking on Haze, I'm surfing clouds not waves
Still on the grind, my bitch ain't seen me in days
Man I'm too caught in my ways I need me a therapist
Still think about Maryland, man I love me a terrapin
It's situations going on, I ain't trying be turbulent
But loose lips sink ships,
So I ain't hear a word of it
I'm moving on with my petty
Still gotta work on it
Said she too tired, to fuck tonight,
Still better jerk on it
Won't catch me out in these
Streets, still put work on it
It's been a while since I had you naked, you know I gotta murder it
Brainstorming these numbers on my Rain Man
Scheming, plotting, had a few ideas didn't jog it
I mean Batman was that dude but a few dudes went with robbin
I mean gimme the loot is a verse in a few dudes bibles
Uhh bust down, Chiraq, few hoes
Touchdown
Passport stamped up, kudos hut now
Smoking on Haze, I'm surfing clouds not waves
Still on the grind, my bitch ain't seen me in days
Man I'm too caught in my
Ways, I need me a therapist
Still think about them cops, glad they ain't murder us
It's real shit going on and I do feel
Turbulent
But closed mouths don't fed is the word in this
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Harris
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