Landed ft. RJ $tackhouse Lyrics

Oooooo

Ahhhhh

Nope, nope

Need no brakes nope, nope

Yea, Nigga done touchdown

I just Landed

Yea, Nigga done touchdown

I just Landed

Yea, Nigga done touchdown

I just Landed

Yea, Nigga done touchdown

I just Landed

I got the magical gas

She wanna stick to the cash

Shawty got picked for the class

Know I do digital dash

Spark it up I got the gas

I got the drop on they ass

Niggas be talking but last

Run it up I get the cash

Run it up I get the cash

Run it up I get the cash

Run it up I get the cash

I got the magical gas, she wanna stick to the cash

I got the magical gas, this shit irregular no I don't pass

This shit a medical pass, Know I got dope in the mufuckin bag

Yea, Nigga just touchdown

Been just Landed

Know I be saying shit so outlandish

Niggas be stepping ain't no prancing

I'm lit when I walk with the stick

I'm talking so crazy an shit

I might let it rip in this bitch

I really be wylin an shit

Yea, Nigga just touchdown

Been just Landed

Know I be saying shit so outlandish

Niggas be stepping ain't no prancing

I got the magical gas

She wanna stick to the cash

Shawty got picked for the class

Know I do digital dash

Spark it up I got the gas

I got the drop on they ass

Niggas be talking but last

Run it up I get the cash

Run it up I get the cash

Run it up I get the cash

Run it up I get the cash

Run it up I got the

Run it up I got the loot

Feel like Giannis I give them the shoe

Feel like Dwayne when I give them the boot

Foot in they ass send them up through the roof

Foot on the gas when I'm off of these shrooms

Too many hoes in this bitch, but I like that shit crowded

Figure out how to make room

You seeing a giant when I'm walking through

Who else be the tallest but under 6'2? (Woah, yea)

Nigga just touched down, Hartsfield Jackson

I don't pick up cuz I'm not relaxing

You in your bag but don't know where the bag is

Tiny ass niggas you built really little

You slimy ass niggas, I ain't in the middle

I'm minding my business, this paper my lady

I talk to these deads, niggas think that I'm crazy

I talk to the deads, I'm talking to death

Get to the paper, I need me the rest

Paid every week, I'm still feeling stressed

She spilled all my yooch and she made it a mess

Get the fuck up, up, up, up, you niggas is trash

Run it up, up, up, up, up, I got the cash (Aye)

Run it up, run it up, I got the cash

Run it up, run it up, I got the cash

Run it up, run it up, I got the cash

Run it up, up, up, up

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