Murda Beatz - Touchdown lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray] (M-M-M-Murda) Yeah [Chorus: Babyface Ray] Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick b*tch Say she wanna fu*k, made her su*k dick, touch this Keep it plain, only factory can touch this Heavy load, creative control, ni**a, come quick It's a scope on the AR like we hunt sh*t fu*k rap, I'll get back on that one sh*t This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, b*tch Touch down, every town, we don't punt, b*tch [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] Matty Boy Vans cost a stack, how you comin'? Live a thug life, I should tat it on my stomach Key to this sh*t gettin' money, stayin' humble Ten b*tches with me, finna have a Royal Rumble Ayy, ten ni**as with me and they all about some paper, ni**a Better be cautious in the water, alligator city I was bein' patient, never hated, yeah, I waited, ni**a All towards the paper, these days, conversations different Ayy, Murda on the beat Baby Draco on the seat, man, it's murder in the street Need a sports agent, thirty-thirty on the sleeve Dick-su*k ni**as tryna join a ni**a team Where was you? I was in the gym all night tryna get this sh*t together like I hoop Livin' proof I was workin' overtime These ni**as playin', I was tryna feed the crew, ni**a [Chorus: Babyface Ray] Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick b*tch Say she wanna fu*k, made her su*k dick, touch this Keep it plain, only factory can touch this Heavy load, creative control, ni**a, come quick It's a scope on the AR like we hunt sh*t fu*k rap, I'll get back on that one sh*t This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, b*tch Touch down, every town, we don't punt, b*tch [Verse 2: Peezy] My up and they up, that ain't the same Took the 'Dweller off, put on a prez', this ain't the same kit I was down bad in the trap wearin' the same sh*t Now a t-shirt cost a stack 'cause it ain't sh*t I don't know how to make memes, so I make flips I don't take sh*t from no b*tch, I'm a real pimp My ni**as sell cocaine and they take hits Your b*tch got a lot of mouth and can't take dick Used to reup with my connect once a month Now I'm ridin' through the ghetto tryna 'vest this sh*t or somethin' Call an Instagram model, tell her let's get into somethin' All a ni**a do is work like I'm Mexican or somethin', yeah [Chorus: Babyface Ray] Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick b*tch Say she wanna fu*k, made her su*k dick, touch this Keep it plain, only factory can touch this Heavy load, creative control, ni**a, come quick It's a scope on the AR like we hunt sh*t fu*k rap, I'll get back on that one sh*t This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, b*tch Touch down, every town, we don't punt, b*tch [Outro: Peezy] Twenty bands, fifty bands, hundred bands, that ain't sh*t to me Hit your b*tch with my mask on, trick or treat Green beam on the chopper like a Christmas tree Three diamond links on, forty cent a piece You ain't gotta pay for nothin', b*tch, you with a G Took a thousand G7s down to Tennessee Big Rollie on my wrist when I lift the sleeve Copped a 2020 Benz when I hit the streets Make my b*tch pull a b*tch, I ain't gotta cheat Put them ni**as out of business 'cause I got it cheap Stop lyin', boy, you finished, you can't lie to me All I talk 'bout is numbers like the lottery Oh sh*t