Gucci Mane - Touchdown lyrics

[Verse 1 – Bricc Baby] Lamborghini sitting on my wrist You fvck around, I fvck your b!tch Rollie on my arm don’t tick I only got time to get rich “touchdown” B!tch I got the traphouse bunking Get the pack on like rock Lowkey chilling on the block all day I hammer young n!gga, make it boom “touchdown” Getting to the racks all day Mission impossible, making more cake I ain’t even tripping, 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 feeling like Tetris, I’m pushing the block Whipping the ride, then trap out the spot “touchdown” [Refrain] Goddamnit I scored! Give me some more I’ma make it roll oh We winning, we kick in your door You’re looking at gold Score a couple times, hit her up You know I’m shipping bags if you want it You see the Rollie, you see the light [Hook/Chorus – 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 fvcked up they called the ambulance Smoke so many blunts they called the fire truck Pimp C in my cup, n!gga I’m raising the dead Rottweiler, feed it gunpowder cause I got Ks by the bed They call me GuWop El Chapo, fvck n!gga, off with your head When you playing with ten, n!gga, you fvcking with dreads When you fvcking with dread, n!gga, it’s off with your head Spray the crime scene red, for some sh!t that you said Why you turned down, n!gga? What you ran out of bread? It’s Wop! [Hook/Chorus – Bricc Baby] Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit! Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown [Verse 3 – PeeWee Longway] sh!tro, met, ride, Longway, Julio Touchdown with the 448, we kicking, feet are gone Sherbet, cherry pie, gas, rolling 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 having euros Thousand in grams, fresh out the safe, serving 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 fvck around, you get finessed Young n!ggas out hitting licks N!gga I ain’t give him my check “touchdown” You ain’t getting right here N!ggas stop to change then it’s gone like ooh That’s not an option My n!ggas live like it’s nothing to lose UPS shipping all day When it touchdown, just give ’em one K I’m hoping that n!gga don’t think I won’t play I kick in his door and I’m waving that K “touchdown” [Refrain] Goddamnit I scored! Give me some more I’ma make it roll oh We winning, we kick in your door You’re looking at gold Score a couple times, hit her up You know I’m shipping bags if you want it You see the Rollie, you see the light [Hook/Chorus – Bricc Baby] Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown