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Just touchdown in the city I'm important
Trap phone jumpin in the kitchen
Wearin Jordan's
Got ya baby mom callin me
And I ignore it
Whippin through these streets
And you know I gotta floor it
All my niggas poppin
So you know I gotta join in
Hottest in my hood
Say it so much I annoy them
Put a beat on
And you know I'm jus destroyin It
Reminisce on all the times
I used to flip a quarter
Gettin to this paper
I get plays across the border
Seen em out in traffic
But that nigga actin cordial
Had to make a lane for myself
I ain't normal
All my bitches bad
If she loyal gotta spoil her
Listen to the story
I don't wanna give out spoilers
I been gettin better
Treat the booth as my employer
Flowin on the beat
And I ain't plan on sayin sorry
I been goin hard
Feel like A&T Hardy
Pull up to ya party
Wit a red bone Barbie
Guarantee I'm leavin
Wit another lil shawty
So many bitches
I can start up a sorority
Run-ins wit the law
Gave me problems with authority
Twelve took my brother from me
That shit took a part of me
Bitches missed they wave
Wanna call me sayin sorry
I dont no got the time
For the shit I'm sorry
Cause I'm up now
Run up her guts for a touchdown
Get in the field
And we run down
Takin they chains
That's a first down
You fumbled the bag
We picked it up fast
I promise we will never slow down
Sluttin her out
I'm so low down
I been in ya hood
It's a ghost town
Cuttin up in traffic
Wit my whip it's automatic
You will never catch us lackin
All these niggas really tragic
Cause I really started rappin
But I'm miles ahead
Pussy boy think it's sweet
I'll really kill em in these streets
I'm never stressin over beef
I'll make a call and you dead
Gotta hide all this pain
Cause my brother went fed
Puttin pressure on my shoulders
It don't get to my head
Goyard bag for my wife
Her favorite color is red
And I ain't really worried bout it
If it ain't about the bread
If it ain't about the bread
I ain't really f*ck wit shawty
Cause she hate givin head
All I really want is money
I'm in love wit them bands
I'm in love wit them bands
I Need a all black Lamborghini Jus for me & my mans
Goin 90 on the e way
Wit a blunt in our hand
Only thing that's on my mind
Is jus to get to them bands
Plus I
Jus touchdown in the city I'm important
Trap phone jumpin In the kitchen
Wearin Jordan's
Got ya baby momma
Callin me and I ignore it
Just touchdown in the city I'm important
Trap phone jumpin In the kitchen
Wearin Jordan's
Got ya baby momma
Callin me and I ignore it
Remember when it felt like
I would never see a fortune 
Shit is gettin better
I can pull up in a foreign
Shawty always say if it ain't foreign
Then it's borin
All white BM
The interior is orange
I just really started
They inferior I promise
I been going fast
I been feelin like a rocket
Plug outta Houston
Get me higher than the comets
Call me little Pluto
I be fuckin up these commas
Fuckin up these commas
Lotta people hatin on me
I don't read no comments
All my niggas wit me
And we pull if it's problems
Pull up if it's problems
Man I'm really gifted
Swear my birthday should be Christmas
Shoot my shot at all these bitches
When I shoot it at ya misses
Swear to god that I don't miss it
Now she tryna have my baby
Tryna have my baby
Niggas is fugazi
Money never changed
Make it look so easy
Swear to god they gotta pay me
And they use to hate me
It ain't never phase me
Even when I do her wrong
Shawty always chase me
Shawty always chase me
Money never changed me
I been goin crazy
When I touchdown in the city
Swear to god they gotta pay me
Just touchdown in my city I'm important
Trap phone jumpin in the kitchen
Wearin Jordan's
Got ya baby momma
Callin me and I ignore it
Just touchdown in the City I'm important
Trap phone jumpin in the kitchen
Wearin Jordan's
Got ya baby momma
Callin me and I ignore it