TOUCHDOWN ft. ISOWILL Lyrics

Yeah yeah

Huh huh huh huh huh huh

Yeah yeah

Niggas not tuff so I guess they wanna talk now

We don't talk at all we just waiting for the walk down

Go to Miami for the shows guess we kinda going up now

Bitch I'm running to my goals like I'm headed for the touchdown

Niggas not tuff so I guess they wanna talk now

We don't talk at all we just waiting for the walk down

Go to Miami for the shows guess we kinda blowing up now

Bitch I'm running to my goals like I'm headed for the touchdown

Stacking this money I get to the paper

Fucking with me you get hit with this laser

Damian lillard I put on these blazers

Line his head up like he tryn' get a taper

Smoking this za I got 2 diffrent flavors

Look at my neck and my wrist it's a glacier

She ain't fucking with me cuz I won't even chaser

Force choking this hoe boy I feel like darth Vader

I'm smacking these niggas no great khali

I'm smoking this gas that broccoli

You not here to support don't talk to me

She locking me down but I got the key

You know I'm the plug come cop from me

I don't hear what you saying cuz talk is cheap

You paying that ticket I get it for free

She know what I'm on when I get in between

I thought you were tough like nigga what happened?

My money stretch bih my money elastic

She like how I dress cuz I got all the fabrics

I love to eat coochie it's pink like Patrick

I'm finna go deep not talking bout madden

She said I'm horny she sending attachments

Take any my lyrics that shit is a caption

I don't look at the price when I make a transaction

Niggas not tuff so I guess they wanna talk now

We don't talk at all we just waiting for the walk down

Go to Miami for the shows guess we kinda going up now

Bitch I'm running to my goals like I'm headed for the touchdown

Niggas not tuff so I guess they wanna talk now

We don't talk at all we just waiting for the walk down

Go to Miami for the shows guess we kinda going up now

Bitch I'm running to my goals like I'm headed for the touchdown

Niggas out here acting tough

Hope out the V with a big shotty

Caught body Brodie bag him up

In a foreign riding with some black tints

If we see em then we light em up

We ain't hanging with no lame niggas

But we'll break him down and and roll em up

You don't wanna see what's in my cup

No regular jeans yea this saint Laurent

Roll down the window the clip getting dumped

You not my twin no you not my blood

He said he rich im yelling out bluff

Yea i carry that stick why would i knuckle up

High ass fuck in the booth i be puffing on runtz

I ain't cuffing no eater yea they all for us

I pull up to the party they showing me love

Pull up on shawty tell her wassup

She feeling me I'm feeling her

I make it rain she back it up

Touching a M yea that is a must

Don't have regrets don't have no grudge

He dissing me we give him slugs

Geeked in the booth I'm going nuts

I beat the odds now they on hush