Listen to TOUCHDOWN (feat. Bankrol Hayden) by YSB Tril

TOUCHDOWN (feat. Bankrol Hayden)

YSB Tril

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YSB Tril
YSB Tril
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tae Riley
Tae Riley
Composer
Hayden Inacio
Hayden Inacio
Composer
Justin Brown
Justin Brown
Composer
Kevin Powers
Kevin Powers
Composer
Whit Kane
Whit Kane
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timothy Whitfield Kane
Timothy Whitfield Kane
Producer
Solo Steeze
Solo Steeze
Producer
Smoovemadeit
Smoovemadeit
Producer

Lyrics

Smoove made it (They think me and Steeze movin' keys, man) (Ayo Whit) Touchdown, back up in the city, I just bought a bust down Gang be slidin' with me, that's until the sundown Fell in love with hundreds, like to watch 'em rain down, uh Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now (uh) We been gettin' high, baby, will you slide? She know she a dime, push up on me for the night Ride around in that Lamborghini, college girls with no bikini Rockstar like take it off, fuck a bitch then I'm gone, Houdini Came in in my Mike Amiri's, SBs, they Ben and Jerry Paintballs, like I was Barrie, young, rich and I'm legеndary She want me to put her on a planе Could've bought a brand new Range, instead I'm icin' out a chain I swear yo bitch could've hit it, but I only want the brain Bendin' over, don't pull out 'cause you know shawty do her thing 18, I copped my first bust down It's obvious you hate me 'cause you from my hometown Bitch, how you say you love me? You ain't never stayed down Run it back like Derrick Henry, get the pack and- Touchdown, back up in the city, I just bought a bust down Gang be slidin' with me, that's until the sundown Fell in love with hundreds, like to watch 'em rain down, uh Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now We been gettin' high, baby, will you slide? She know she a dime, push up on me for the night We got green lasers on my Glock like I'm Yoda Put a four inside my Sprite, she sippin' on a pink soda Told a bad bitch touch her toes around my crib, she doin' yoga We shootin', they don't shoot back, we got range, this ain't no Rover Look up in the mirror, that's a star what I see Oh she a bop, she gon' let me get the top for the free She been lockin' niggas up, but she know me, I got the key I won't never save a bitch, just get her gone for the week She want a youngin' from the South, bank account big amounts Up in California getting booted off the loud Boy your pockets in the drought, uh, tell me what that 'bout? She ain't never loved the kid, but now she face down Touchdown, back up in the city, I just bought a bust down Gang be slidin' with me, that's until the sundown Fell in love with hundreds, like to watch 'em rain down, uh Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now (uh) We been gettin' high, baby, will you slide? She know she a dime, push up on me for the night
Writer(s): Hayden Inacio, Kevin Powers, Tae Malik Riley, Demarcus Walker, Justin Ray Brown, Timothy Whitfield Kane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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