Bricc Baby - Touchdown lyrics

[Verse 1: Bricc Baby] Lamborghini sittin' on my wrist You f** around, I f** your b**h Rollie on my arm don't tick I only got time to get rich (touchdown) b**h I got the traphouse bunkin' Get the pack on like rock Lowkey chillin' on the block all day I hammer young n***a, make it boom (touchdown) Gettin' to the racks all day Mission impossible, makin' more cake I ain't even trippin', I do what I say When they touch down I just turn up to say (touchdown) Yeah you gon' get it on time Drum everywhere, throw bullets on nine I'm feelin' like Tetris, I'm pushin' the block Whippin' the ride, then trap out the spot (touchdown) [Refrain] Goddamnit I scored! Give me some more I'ma make it roll oh We winnin', we kick in your door You're lookin' at gold Score a couple times, hit her up You know I'm shippin' bags if you want it You see the Rollie, you see the light [Hook: Bricc Baby] Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Trap turn down for what? Put up 3.5 and a blunt A half a pint in my cup I put my dick in your cut I got my truck in the front But I'll meet him in the dark And I was so f**ed up they called the ambulance Smoke so many blunts they called the fire truck Pimp C in my cup, n***a I'm raisin' the dead Rottweiler, feed it gunpowder cause I got Ks by the bed They call me GuWop El Chapo, f** n***a, off with your head When you playin' with ten, n***a, you f**in' with dreads When you f**in' with dread, n***a, it's off with your head Spray the crime scene red, for some sh** that you said Why you turned down, n***a? What you ran out of bread? It's Wop! [Hook: Bricc Baby] Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit! Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown [Verse 3: PeeWee Longway] sh**ro, met, ride, Longway, Julio Touchdown with the 448, we kickin', feet are gone Sherbet, cherry pie, gas, rollin' up gelato Blue Benjamins in the duffle, Longway might hit the lotto Burberry boutique on my wrist, I can't wear Movado I sell my Michael Vick, I got dog food in Chicago Bricc Baby gold, 202 grams, they hollow Smith & Wesson k** TEC, fill 'em up with hollows Longway Deniro, in every state he havin' euros Thousand in grams, fresh out the safe, servin' brillo Scrape the dope out the side of the pot then go trap with the minnows Choppas'll drape you, they call me Longway Al Pacino [Verse 4: Bricc Baby] Save me a perc on the bricks f** around, you get finessed Young n***as out hittin' licks n***a I ain't give him my check (touchdown) You ain't gettin' right here n***as stop to change then it's gone like ooh That's not an option My n***as live like it's nothin' to lose UPS shippin' all day When it touchdown, just give 'em one K I'm hopin' that n***a don't think I won't play I kick in his door and I'm wavin' that K (touchdown) [Refrain] Goddamnit I scored! Give me some more I'ma make it roll oh We winnin', we kick in your door You're lookin' at gold Score a couple times, hit her up You know I'm shippin' bags if you want it You see the Rollie, you see the light [Hook: Bricc Baby] Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown