Touchdown

Wheezy outta here

Yeah, yeah

Back on my young **** shit, made a bunch of this shit

Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit

And you know how I come when I come through that bitch

Got the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit

Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble that shit

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

I just sold 'em 200, it's rush hour

Was determined to buy me a bust down

Back in school, I was serving the bus drivers

He was talking, now he got the hush mouth

Put the gas to the floor when I pull out

Told my momma ain't no more getting put out

Know they listen, I know what to put out

Free the guys, I can't wait till they get out

Shit get hot, then I know how to chill out

Smoking dope if you're thinking I'll sell out

From the hood to the pen into Harvard

I'ma make this shit happen regardless

Skateboard P, Louie V on my garments

I'm the bank, if you broke, need to borrow some'

Why they playing like I ain't the hardest?

Like I ain't tryna dodge the charges?

Ain't no pillow talking to hoes

You know that they run back and tell everything that you said 'bout it

**** weird, I don't know what to call it

Real gangsta, I ain't rocking no nail polish

Where I'm from, when they rob, you don't tell on 'em

Go and get you a hammer and nail some'

Ever since I was little, tryna sell some'

Penthouse top of the top, I done leveled up

Riding 'round with Dracs and Glocks

The vehicle BP, we still be on all that

I ain't saying you a bitch, but you know your shit

Got took, and you had to charge that

Really could've been a pimp

The way that she tricking these **** and give me a charge back

It ain't sweet in the streets, gotta beat the concrete

This shit really should come with a hard hat

All that arguing on cameras ain't called for

Know I come through and clutch like a small forward

I can turn your lil' men into bag carriers

I'm still fucking them over in all areas

Back on my young **** shit, made a bunch of this shit

Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit

And you know how I come when I come through that bitch

Got the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit

Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble that shit

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

Pull up crazy, that car gon' get blew down

Popped a je-nee-nee, hit her for two hours

Give her racks when we fuck, I don't do flowers

Paranoid, I'm fucked up from the shootouts

I made all this shit happen with two ounces

Run it up, bought my sisters them new houses

I'm the one, it ain't nothing the two 'bout me

I'm that ****, ain't nothing you can do 'bout it

She that bitch, she pop out with a new body

From a Buick Regal to a Bugatti

Made it out and got rich, but I still grind

Cut the lights off and all of us still shine

Eliantte and Wafi get more diamonds

I done told you before that I'm low down

Got more guns than a COD loadout

I'ma take me a few 'fore I go out

You want everything new, but you wore out

You want everything new, but you wore out

Back on my young **** shit, made a bunch of this shit

Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit

And you know how I come when I come through that bitch

Got the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit

Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble that shit

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

He get hit stick, I get touchdown

Yeah, go with your instinct, gon' let that switch sting

I heard your bitch stink, I'on want her