Touchdown
I've been chill for a minute, lil' nigga, now I'm back on that fuck shit
If I'm not the driver, then I'm in the back You gon' see me hop out in truck shit
My shorty a hulk, you on cluck shit I can't smoke a lot, I get stuck quick
If you make a lil' peep, I might shoot shit With some capos who know to cap off quick
Shorty nem kill people like Tato Send that nigga to God, halo
Skinny jeans, white tee in the Draco Point a finger for what, nigga, get low
If she don't let me fuck, I send Rio Face pretty, I think she was Creo
Bari slide off the pills in a Vino Spot news goin' up cause we tryna scope
Bitch, lay a hand on my brother, you viral I make songs for the streets and go viral
I look up to me like a idol I get money, you broke, we not rivals
Choppa sing like America Idol I might make me an app like I'm Tidal
Niggas pickin' and choosin', they sad If you clouted, just watch how they dick rap
My nigga sends babies, can't switch sides Slide down on a nigga like landslide
Day and night in the trap like I'm Cudi Not a man, but she call me her buddy
Doin' hits in a dirty-ass dune buggy Lil' niggas be killin' like Chucky
If you hit it, then watch, tell everybody Got some bodies, won't tell not a damn body
Got rid of my shorty, she nag too much Got rid of my homie, he brag too much
Don't FaceTime me, shorty, it lag too much Don't bring up my BM, you mad or somethin
Put a stand on the kid, got legs or somethin' You would think I'm a barber once I hit his head
Then watch how the tape will come
Shorty, them kill people like Tato Send that nigga to God, halo
Skinny jeans, white tee in the Draco Point a finger for what, nigga, get low
If she don't let me fuck, I send Rio Face pretty, I think she was Creole
Bari, slide off the pills in the Vino Spot news goin' up, cause we tryin' to score
Ballin' but ain't got a jumper, I feel like I'm playin' for 2K
Rappers be dressin' like bitches I ain't tryna judge, but ain't this shit gay
In my own lane like a NASCAR I was raisin' a Zoom out of Gascar
Smooth smokin' on gas with no gas car I'm like Dennis B. Fiery, this shit hard
Once I get me a milli, I'm gone Once my pockets got millions, I'm on
From the lower way back to the town Bari, get on your ass like a hound
Money man made it hot on the Greyhound They got shepherds that snip goin' outbound
I don't call my plug, it's just inbound One way, then the pack come and touch down
Hey Mac, I'll see you again
If I'm not the driver, then I'm in the back You gon' see me hop out in truck shit
My shorty a hulk, you on cluck shit I can't smoke a lot, I get stuck quick
If you make a lil' peep, I might shoot shit With some capos who know to cap off quick
Shorty nem kill people like Tato Send that nigga to God, halo
Skinny jeans, white tee in the Draco Point a finger for what, nigga, get low
If she don't let me fuck, I send Rio Face pretty, I think she was Creo
Bari slide off the pills in a Vino Spot news goin' up cause we tryna scope
Bitch, lay a hand on my brother, you viral I make songs for the streets and go viral
I look up to me like a idol I get money, you broke, we not rivals
Choppa sing like America Idol I might make me an app like I'm Tidal
Niggas pickin' and choosin', they sad If you clouted, just watch how they dick rap
My nigga sends babies, can't switch sides Slide down on a nigga like landslide
Day and night in the trap like I'm Cudi Not a man, but she call me her buddy
Doin' hits in a dirty-ass dune buggy Lil' niggas be killin' like Chucky
If you hit it, then watch, tell everybody Got some bodies, won't tell not a damn body
Got rid of my shorty, she nag too much Got rid of my homie, he brag too much
Don't FaceTime me, shorty, it lag too much Don't bring up my BM, you mad or somethin
Put a stand on the kid, got legs or somethin' You would think I'm a barber once I hit his head
Then watch how the tape will come
Shorty, them kill people like Tato Send that nigga to God, halo
Skinny jeans, white tee in the Draco Point a finger for what, nigga, get low
If she don't let me fuck, I send Rio Face pretty, I think she was Creole
Bari, slide off the pills in the Vino Spot news goin' up, cause we tryin' to score
Ballin' but ain't got a jumper, I feel like I'm playin' for 2K
Rappers be dressin' like bitches I ain't tryna judge, but ain't this shit gay
In my own lane like a NASCAR I was raisin' a Zoom out of Gascar
Smooth smokin' on gas with no gas car I'm like Dennis B. Fiery, this shit hard
Once I get me a milli, I'm gone Once my pockets got millions, I'm on
From the lower way back to the town Bari, get on your ass like a hound
Money man made it hot on the Greyhound They got shepherds that snip goin' outbound
I don't call my plug, it's just inbound One way, then the pack come and touch down
Hey Mac, I'll see you again
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Writer(s): Jerrodte Shelby
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