Touchdown ft. Soulja Ree

All I know is win, stack the bread and chase the breesh

Yeah, this G-E-Law come with 30 and 16

Brodie said, yeah, check the news, we'll swiss cheese

Yeah, I hang with Souljas, all them niggas throwing big b's

If I want the joint hot, nigga, burn the grabba leaf

Just drank four lines of lean, got me fighting sleep

Nigga, this a thousand dollar cup, ain't shit cheap

Gangsters don't talk on the net, they keep shit street

A lot of niggas want me dead, money on my fuckin' head

Yeah, I'm ridin' with this blick, nigga I ain't never scared

I hop up out that whip, have them bullets flying by his head

Yeah, I'm touching too much bread, laying low, duckin' feds