[Intro: Quavo]
50, 40, there he go
30, 20, there he go
Touchdown! Go! Go! Go!
[Hook: Quavo]
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a p**y n***a
I just touched down on a p**y n***a
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a p**y n***a
I just touched down on a p**y n***a
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Finessing the plug
I run with that sack and I make a touchdown
Ran on the money, hall of fame of finesse, ain't no Jim Brown
I know my momma she proud of me
Young rich n***a, we the new trend now
Came a long way, from kicking the doors
Now people they pay me in Paypal
Want me to f** with you cause I came up n***a?
My-my-my momma she told me she love me
Go get money n***a!
I came a long way, from chopping the trenches to rocking the mic and I did it, we did it
My pockets on Pinky and I'm taking a pic
From flying from city to city
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[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the aiming for n***as who envy
Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy
With double F's on me, no Fendi
My n***as ain't feelin' their b**hes
They put on the ski mask, they leavin' no witness
My wrist just be spinnin' I'm doin' my fitness
Hall of fame trappin', young n***as I'm feedin'
My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells
I'm baking a dozen on camera
Young n***as running with the work, Earl Campbell
Trapping in bandos and shelters
Young Takeoff and I'm finna buy Delta
Can fit 2 plus 2 in my Phantom
Your pockets look like they got cancer
I just bought a brand new Mercedes from Haiti and set it on some Walter Paytons
My 'migo he asked me to front him a kilo
I threw it to him like I'm Peyton
I told momma we gon' make it
Now I'm on trips to make
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I set the fire with this pocket, rocket
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[Verse 3: Offset]
Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown
That's a hundred rounds, n***a laid down
None of my plugs from America, Africa, Australia
Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers, none of my n***as they scared of yah!
Hang a f** n***a like ornament n***a, broke a** n***a unfortunate n***a
I keep the babies like orphanage babies! Go to the moon like astrologist
We not acceptin' apologies, sellin' the dope to economist
Young rich n***a ridin' 'round in the Bentley
Throwin' money on the ceiling momma told me I'm ignant!
Two steps ahead of ya, never been regular
Hit a n***a with the antedote and we burry him
Hop in the Jag', I'm droppin' the top back
Smoking on gas like a n***a got cataracts
Duck a** n***a I'm calling you Aflac
Alley oop dunking them bricks it’s a Shaq attack
Only one bird can bring the whole corner back
Like Offset been throwin' like a quarterback
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