TOUCHDOWN

Ayy, ayy, hit her with that pimp face like who you talkin' to Wide body, whip built like Buddha, I ain't rockin' True's Only catchin' Z's in the stu, if you snooze you lose Yeah, feelin' very rude, put it on me, change the mood I only got two rules, stack it and stay out the way I hit my lil' move while these niggas copy paste Ooh, she pretty and paid, that's designer lace Ooh, she on Fetty Wap, tryna ride my wave Shawty wet like surfboards, tryna ride my wave Oh, you got a stick, huh? So you tough now You wouldn't up without a pigeon, put that gun down Shawty wanna do my ad-libs, she loves gun sounds Pretty penny for my hat, feel like Kung Lao Hit that lil' hoe with a stiff-arm touchdown Tell bro, we gettin' to a bag, it won't run out Shawty curved me, before rap, I'm in her guts now I'm on that paper route, pinky up at brunch style