TOUCHDOWN ft. Vale-Smith & chesley2k Lyrics

(If you see him)

Ay, ah, ya, yaaaggghhh

Uh, uh

Touchdown just to cause madness, fucking up shit in the studio with th-, th-, the homies

Yeah we rolling up here, yeah, slowly

Everybody get back, yeah, slow motion

Everyday up on that molly, bitch I'm rolling

I can't take it back, the weed toking

Ha, uh

Ain't transphobic, bitch, not J.K. Rowling

But I'm more like J.R.R. Tolkien

I'm like a hobbit, yeah pussy, that's soaking

Touchdown just to cause madness

Lil Indian bitch give me head, that's my Jasmine

Lil bitch fly on that carpet, I'm Aladdin

Swear to god, take that ratchet, you could have it

Yeah, uh, uh

Donald Trump, Donald Trump, I'm a bastard, uh

Shameless with my words, you could have it, uh, ya

Touchdown just to cause madness

Producer gave me a beat, said it's the beat of the year

I said Vale-Smith he didn't do it, get the fuck out of here

These little bad bitches, they all wanna pop at my ribs

I wanna tell 'em that I'm Adam, yeah keeping it sick

I wanna feel like I'm Eve when I'm popping a kid

And I don't even love her like Jay-Z

I ain't no Beyoncé baby

I ain't no Beyoncé baby

Fucking it up, while I was holding it down

I line the dominoes up, and then you're knocking 'em down

I tried to pitch a clean game, but now I'm squeezing the count

They hid the fentanyl strips between the seats of the couch

I got some junkies on the phone, I know she needing me now

I'm fleeing out of the town

These memories they haunting me when I bes walking around

Imagery mixed with facts that was hardly profound

I tried to reach, I was teached just to hardly pronounce

Play with speech, quantum breech, I was taught to know how

Going hard, going hard in the booth

Vale-Smith laced us up with the fucking coolest couth, yeah

Like I'm Nudy, bitch, I'm riding in the coupe

And I'm playing that Impala and I'm hollering at you

I'm the EA Monster, coming in so cool

Coming in so cool, bout to smoke Tommy Rob and all his lil ghouls

Bout to smoke Tommy Rob and all his lil crew

Fuck you Nazi scum, we won't tolerate you

Go back into hiding 'fore we violate you

You some vile lil fools, get annihilated soon

We're coming up so hard in the booth

Yeah the homies, yeah the homies, yeah they coming for you

Right from Larner Street, bitch, yeah the SLS crew, uh

(What Chesley gotta say?)

I be pulling up inside of the streets

We sipping on that wok, yeah we sipping on that green

Don't give a fuck what you gotta say to me, ya

Ima ball like just Yao Ming

Check the analytics, yeah I'm balling with my team

Ay, you know that's a dream

1, 2, 3, 4

Hit 'em like a-b, left-right, nigga that's a cheat code

Fucking on your bitch, nigga

Suck my dick, D-Lo

Don't give a fuck, got a bad bitch

She gon ride me like Play-Dough

Bad bitch, J-Lo

Don't give a fuck, hit a nigga like a halo

I need that pussy real bad

I need that pussy real bad

Kamala Harris, man, I need that pussy real bad

She give that pussy real bad

Touchdown just to cause madness, madness

I love a bad bitch who got power

I love a bad bitch who got power

Give me that money, yeah I make it shower (ah, ah, ah, ah)

She was gonna lean with me, she was gonna rock out

She was gonna tease with me

She was gonna play inside the limit

She was gonna get on top, and she wasn't teasing me

I was not fucking with a boy that having teas with me, yeah

Fucking with a remix

Had to get a bad bitch on me she sea sick

Had to get on me, yeah, baby I repeat this, ya

Baby, I repeat this