Touchdown (feat. Bankrol Hayden)

Music: Justin Brown/Kevin Powers/Demarcus Walker/Hayden Inacio/Tae Riley/Timothy Whitfield Kane (Smoove made it) (They think me and Steeze movin' keys, man) (Ayo Whit)
Touchdown Back up in the city, I just bought a bustdown Gang be slidin' with me, that's until the sun down Fell in love with hundreds, love to watch them rain down, uh Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now We be gettin' hi-i-i-igh Baby, we can sli-i-i-ide She know she a di-i-i-ime Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight
Ride around in that Lamborghini College girls with no bikini Rockstar like take it off **** a b***h then I'm gone, Houdini Came in in my Mike Amiri SB, they Ben & Jerry's Paintball, like I was BarriΠ΅ Young, rich and I'm legendary
She want mΠ΅ to put her on a plane Could've bought a brand new Range instead of icin' out the chain I swear your b***h 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 bustdown It's obvious you hate me 'cause you're from my hometown b***h, how you say you love me? You ain't never stayed down Run it back like Derrick Henry, we get the pack and
Touchdown Back up in the city, I just bought a bustdown Gang be slidin' with me, that's until the sun down Fell in love with hundreds, love to watch them rain down, uh Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now We be gettin' hi-i-i-igh Baby, we can sli-i-i-ide She know she a di-i-i-ime Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight
We got green lasers on my Glock like I'm Yoda Pour a four inside my Sprite, she sippin' on a peach soda Told a bad b***h touch her toes around my crib, she doin' yoga We shoot and they don't shoot back, we got range, this ain't no Rover
Look up in the mirror, that's star what I see Oh she a, 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 b***h, get her gone 'fore the week She want a youngin' form 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's about She ain't never loved the kid, but now she face down
Touchdown Back up in the city, I just bought a bustdown Gang be slidin' with me, that's until the sun down Fell in love with hundreds, love to watch them rain down, uh Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now We be gettin' hi-i-i-igh Baby, we can sli-i-i-ide She know she a di-i-i-ime Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight