TD Celebration lyrics

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Trap phone with a dead battery, I'm in charge
In the field getting to the marching bands
Camouflaged in a tank, war-ready every day, man
I'm in charge, I'm in charge, cue my intro music when I walk in
Off the ropes with the latest smackdown, Stone Cold Steve Austin
Use your left hand when you tap out
Let me tell you in advance now
I like my girl ass looking junky like she serve at a crack house
Shooting off the glass, back boy
Aspirations just to be the best, now we the plug
I'm finna shed a tear Kobe only got a season left
Modern like a seasoned vet
They said I would never see success
I do not see opponents, I only see the net
I can tell they paying off the refs
Give me a whistle and a pen striped shirt
All you foul n*ggas need a tech

[Hook: Hit-Boy]
Going Cam Newton on these n*ggas, goddamn, hit 'em with the flexing
Going Cam Newton on these n*ggas, goddamn, hit 'em with the flexing
Going Cam Newton on these f*ckboys, like my n*gga beat his cases
And he fresh out on the pavement, touchdown celebration

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Trap phone, motorola
Real deal, coca cola
Break the pot, flip it over
Juug the plug for the yola
Rings on me like a champ
Big rack with a stamp
I put the cash in the paper bag
Momma she told me I'm livin' fast
If you ever been broke hold your Rollie up
I got a check just to f*ck it up
We don't f*ck with fake n*ggas
Coupe 'll pull up with two b*tches
Dear lord, thank the lord
Broke, was sleeping on the floor
Juug, finessing, kicking doors
They was sleeping now I'm aboard
Came from the bottom, we legendary
I just drop the top when it's February
Pull up the ghost for the summer
Trappin' and cappin' doing numbers
[Outro: Hit-Boy]
We've been on this roll, let's travel for a while
Making sure that we got something to write home about
Now I'm on the flight solo headed to the south like birds in the winter
Like f*ck the competition
f*ck the competition
f*ck the competition
f*ck the competition