Fourth & Goal ft. Adrian Wilkinson Lyrics

Big A on the beat, yes it is It's big day, we're getting ready

Look sharp, hands strong, steady The whistle blows, the clock starts ticking

Plays unfolding, the crowds start quickening Defense tight, but the offense flows

Read the gaps, that's how the strategy goes From the trenches to the pass, in the air

Every inch we grind, no room to spare That's cause we ride on sun

The field is a battlefield, we here to claim Our blood, sweat, and tears

Ignite the flame, with every step We're making our name

Football's our life, it's more than a game

What? What'd I do

Balls left, I'm riding on gun, and I'm breaking the line

I'm into scrambling, shuffling, struggling, I'm in my prime

You don't even know it, leave him behind Leave him behind, 40 yard dash, speed undefined

Cheese like a divot, now I'm living in a blade We're so sharp, that's what it is

Kubi skates, Benito's flank Catch out my hand, so I'm changing the dots

Tanks moving fast, counts on one Let's come out fast, we be breaking the door

Down South of my block, I'm not faking it, bitch

Up in that booty, I'm forcing it, bitch Adrenaline pumping, I'm taking my roll

Steady control, I'm coming up in that Get in that up, get in the up, get in my zone

Huddles tight, then we set up the scheme Teamwork clean, like a championship dream

It's more than a game, it's life, we lead On a gridiron, yeah, we'll blitz it to Z

Superbowl, bitch

You really ready? Or is it bad? Nah

Just like a fourth of gold, run it up through the hole Tight little booty hole, uh, yeah, hey

Pull up the turf, fairly good swerve Just like a poppin' lace, I get nerfed

Booty at twerk, go do your work, show me the skirt Hop in the Hellcat, I whip and I swerve, uh, yeah

Changing the game, all of you lame, how do you hate? Nah

Got a couple premonitions, but I'm kinda like these bitches

I'm watching shit like bitches, and they scrimming around like bitches

Leave these bitches with their bitches, how you gonna go and kiss them

How you gonna aim and miss them? Daddy gone and I ain't miss him

Yeah, uh, we ain't doing it

For the ball, and I'm doing our sumo shit Nah, bro, you ain't even that freaky

I'm telling you, you wanna see freaky? Nah, I got you then, bro

Hey, hey, yeah

Let's go, this ain't man-to-man, uh You ain't in my land, huh

Cause I got the motherfuckers on the turn, you gotta bring it home, like

This ain't part of the plan, but I may not be your man, but

You ain't got a man, but I'll give you something to remember, uh

Turning it up, running my block and we shoving shit up, uh

Receiving bullets like I'm a running back, uh

Running these balls, feeling these checks and I thumb it back

Stretch out my band, suck it up

Get to the bank, she just, she suck it, uh

Call me a teddy bear, cuddle in bed with this bitch and I'm pulling her hair

Yeah, that's how it goes