Touchdown

(Wheezy outta here) Yeah, yeah Back on my young nigga 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'm 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 driver 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 gettin' put out Know they listen, I know what to put out Free the guys, I can't wait 'til they get out Shit get hot, then I know how to chill out Smoking dope if you're think I'll sell out From the hood to the pen into Hardvard I'ma make this shit happen regardless Skateboard P, Louis 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 Nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga 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'm 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 nigga, ain't nothin' you can do 'bout it (No) 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 nigga 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'm 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 don't want her