Touchdown
Young Scooter, Peewee Longway
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BG BG 4 AM on the block, we live like it's daytime (yeah) On Cleveland makin' juggs 'cause you know I'm on snake time (jugg) All my time is money and you know I don't waste mine (I don't waste mine) Free bands off in my pocket, extendo on my waist line (Freebandz) BG, I get it how I live, a nigga ain't ever take mine (nah) You can't call me 'bout no play, just hit me on my FaceTime (my FaceTime) All I get is trucks in, you know I'm on freight time (freight time) Out-sellin'-ass nigga, you know I'm on weight time (yeah) Bring them pounds to your town, nigga, skimp me down (yeah) Pussy nigga, play around, let shorty lay him down Take the pot up off the stove and shake it on the ground (whip) I jump millions out the streets, shut the trap down (yeah) Touchdown and I ain't talkin' 'bout end zone (I ain't talkin' 'bout end zone) Ten states away and the driver still make it home Touchdown, nigga, and I ain't talkin' 'bout six point (yeah) Zone 6 bags, pick you whatever price you want (jugg) Zaza, deps, you can pick a price (jugg) Everybody tellin', I stopped sellin' white (pussy) Leave your plug alone if you ain't eatin' right (f*ck him) Jugg king street, I could change your life You could pull up when you tryna get right Four hundred bags in the air on a flight Run out of bags, we trappin' the ice Trappin' in Dior, we wear 'em like Nikes I dropped a ticket, they tryna indict me Trappin' and trappin', got babies in diapers Switch on the blick, make it shoot like a rifle Stick can get hot like a steamer, pipe her Run out of 'Wood, we smoke out a Bible Me and Young Scooter like crack in the '80s We get the brick and go heat it and serve it Finessin' and trappin' on Mondays and Thursdays Sittin' in prison, the cops come early Twenty-four hours, we trappin' and servin' They like the smell when the fork get dirty Zone 3 bag, got ten for thirty Two FN and the clip hold thirty You can get popped like a Perc 230 We make a double off fent' in Jersey The way I touch down, need a Julio jersey Put a brick in the bluff, it go cuckoo crazy Can't get no stick 'cause I'm Auntie baby She like when I cook 'cause she first to taste it Straight drop glass in the trap with the basics, Longway, bitch Touchdown and I ain't talkin' 'bout end zone (I ain't talkin' 'bout end zone) Ten states away and the driver still make it home Touchdown, nigga, and I ain't talkin' 'bout six point (yeah) Zone 6 bags, pick you whatever price you want (jugg) Zaza, deps, you can pick a price (jugg) Everybody tellin', I stopped sellin' white (pussy) Leave your plug alone if you ain't eatin' right (f*ck him) Jugg king street, I could change your life (yeah)
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Written by: Kenneth Edward Bailey, Quincy Lamont Williams
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