Touchdown (feat. Peezy & Murda Beatz)

(M-M-M-Murda) Yeah Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick bitch Say she wanna fuck, made her suck dick, touch this Keep it plain, only factory can touch this Heavy load, creative control, nigga, come quick It's a scope on the AR like we hunt shit Fuck rap, I'll get back on that one shit This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, bitch Touch down, every town, we don't punt, bitch Matty Boy Vans cost a stack, how you comin'? Live a thug life, I should tat it on my stomach Key to this shit gettin' money, stayin' humble Ten bitches with me, finna have a Royal Rumble Ayy, ten niggas with me and they all about some paper, nigga Better be cautious in the water, alligator city I was bein' patient, never hated, yeah, I waited, nigga All towards the paper, these days, conversations different Ayy, Murda on the beat Baby Draco on the seat, man, it's murder in the street Need a sports agent, 30-30 on the sleeve Dick-suck niggas tryna join a nigga team Where was you? I was in the gym all night tryna get this shit together like I hoop Livin' proof I was workin' overtime These niggas playin', I was tryna feed the crew, nigga Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick bitch Say she wanna fuck, made her suck dick, touch this Keep it plain, only factory can touch this Heavy load, creative control, nigga, come quick It's a scope on the AR like we hunt shit Fuck rap, I'll get back on that one shit This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, bitch Touch down, every town, we don't punt, bitch (yeah) My up and they up, that ain't the same Took the 'Dweller off, put on a prez', this ain't the same kit I was down bad in the trap wearin' the same shit Now a t-shirt cost a stack 'cause it ain't shit I don't know how to make memes, so I make flips I don't take shit from no bitch, I'm a real pimp My niggas sell cocaine and they take hits Your bitch got a lot of mouth and can't take dick Used to reup with my connect once a month Now I'm ridin' through the ghetto tryna 'vest this shit or somethin' Call an Instagram model, tell her let's get into somethin' All a nigga do is work like I'm Mexican or somethin', yeah Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick bitch Say she wanna fuck, made her suck dick, touch this Keep it plain, only factory can touch this Heavy load, creative control, nigga, come quick It's a scope on the AR like we hunt shit Fuck rap, I'll get back on that one shit This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, bitch Touch down, every town, we don't punt, bitch 20 bands, 50 bands, hundred bands, that ain't shit to me Hit your bitch with my mask on, trick or treat Green beam on the chopper like a Christmas tree Three diamond links on, 40-cent a piece You ain't gotta pay for nothin', bitch, you with a G Took a thousand G7s down to Tennessee Big Rollie on my wrist when I lift the sleeve Copped a 2020 Benz when I hit the streets Make my bitch pull a bitch, I ain't gotta cheat Put them niggas out of business 'cause I got it cheap Stop lyin', boy, you finished, you can't lie to me (broke) All I talk 'bout is numbers like the lottery Oh, shit, haha