Yo Gotti - Touchdown lyrics

Aye you know im c**aine crazy right? These n***as go White dis , white dat (quit f**ing with me , white everything) A lil b**h i f** with talk bout she want white cat . You know dis my city right? (hoe you crazy) p**y a** n***a I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a n***a going long, field goal, extra point a n***a going strong 210 on the dash, blue jean inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees when i come past Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart Streets Talkin Gotti been doing good n***as wanna try em, couple n***as from the hood You know how that go, n***as say you dont f** wit em, truth be told wen i hustlin i aint f** wit em Same n***a still owe me on a pack, think a n***a forgot becuz im rappin? nah... When i get off the road I shoot back to my town New whips, new watch, f** with me, its goin down Own family hatin, n***as looking mad, guess it be little better if a n***a was doin bad, But momma got a smile, brother still wild i gotta get this money i just had another child, They say im gettin fat,guess im eatin good 20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI, Sometimes i think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta think ahead I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a n***a going long, field goal, extra point a n***a going strong 210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come past Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart My city rootin for me the club owners mad cause i wont come to kick it For under 25 bands & u taking it personal im just tryna feed my mans See u aint a real n***a so dats sumthin u wouldnt understand But if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans i would of been clicked on u b**hes nd doin a quarter off n da can but imma keep on grindin nd keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand imma k** u b**hes softly every time i ride pa** What da f** make u wanna beef wit me like u street as me running round here talking down b**h u aint use to be wit me b**h u aint use to tote heat wit me b**h u aint use to eat wit me b**h i was thuggin n ridgecrest yo funky a** was somewhere down da street yo f** a** aint no real g tell me where dey do dat at gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your set Motherf**ers do anything for a check, ok dats cool but dont f** around & let project pat and juicy j get yo a** wet On another note im da same n***a wit mo paper nd mo bigger & wen ever im n town b**h im rite here on shady vista my j**lry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistol aint nan n***a gone take nuttn my lil n***az a shake sumtn my lil n***as got mo paper my lil n***as dont even rap runnin round talk bout u got signed b**h u still livin in da trap!!!!!! I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a n***a going long, field goal, extra point a n***a going strong 210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come past Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart