T.O. lyrics

[Intro: Skeme & Problem] (2x)
T.O. (2x) Yeah, T.O

[Verse 1: Skeme]
Yeah, look
Both wrists lookin' like a touchdown
Treat a model b*tch like a bust down
If she tryna run a player, I'll shut down
f*ck twice and let a lame n*gga cuff now
Wow, and i'm right back to it
Runnin' back di*k, see the hole run through it
Tell her I'll hit soon as I pour fluid
Say she don't get brain, I said b*tch you sound stupid
Now tell me how you wanna do it
Kill the pus*y and get away with it, Ray Lewis
She want me in a bear, I said b*tch I ain't a Bruin
Gotta pocket full of magnums, b*tch what's hatnin'?
Flag on a plane now I make her bring it back
Baby hurry up and throw it like she tryna get sacked
Dont know about these other n*ggas, b*tch imma max
Superbowl, on a hoe now n*gga where my rings at?

[Hook: Skeme] (2x)
Fourth down, no field goal
I go deep on a b*tch, T.O. (3x)
[Verse 2: Problem]
Big di*k f*ckin' better knew about it
Make a b*tch go tell her whole crew about it
Straight beat the pus*y down like Pacquiao
b*tch bad, imma Russian, no Moscow
Fast, in and out fast, grab her by the ass
Don't lick it till it blast
I ain't playing no games, lock out
Put her to sleep, knock out
Diamond lane, hoes know we so paid
Rich n*ggas that ain't turnin' down, no face
pus*y bomb, imma eat on it
My girl trips, imma cheat on it
Quicker than my SS Go
b*tch pop one of these, now lets lets go
Uh, and just max the f*ck out
Had the pus*y feeling like he got packed the f*ck out
On mommas

[Hook] (3x)