Touchdown lyrics

[Intro: QuisActive]
(This a Anti beat)
Uh, uh

[Chorus: QuisActive]
Yeah, see I got a hell of a hustle
Pack touched down and it came off the muscle
Glock gen-5 with the scope I'll bust you
Gun in my dip, so why would I tussle?
I throw a O to my younging like Russell
Trap out the window ma' know that I hustle
Play with my mother than I gotta bust you
Hollow tips hurt, they burn when they touch you
Won't buy her no shoes, I'm only tryna f*ck
Chase a opp with the Drac' now he singing like Usher
Ski on my face I'ma spin like a Russian
Shot out the party them young n*ggas ducking
We spinning the opps it ain't nothing for discussion
Hop out the back of the free car then touch him
Oh they internet gangsters they not on nothing

[Verse 1: QuisActive]
Tall you spinning with [?]
Put them bands on his hеad then I'm going out to whack him
Think that I'm loafing I come out the jackеt
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Take a QP break it down like a fraction
Them n*ggas ain't outside n*ggas be capping
30k on my tape did it from rapping
And hit up my [?], whenever that pack in
Shots to his mouth
Glock two switches, legs and extensions
Slide on the opps I ain't missing
Glock 21 with the KRISS Vec clip
You don't got that bag I'm a no-show
I hit [?] like [?]
Cause a reaction
Sit on his house like [?]
[Verse 2: Baby Jamo]
Lift up the cutter he tripping and falling
I hop out the car ain't doing no stalling
Hitting that fully K n*ggas was hauling
All black [?] and he knew it was Tall
Off the meds the Drac' in the dip
I gotta be cautious the Feds on di*k
I'm on the box so I'm not in the mix
Take off my box and I'm taking a risk
I'm catching them bags for the low won't sell 'em for seventeen
Come tap in and see what the hype be
b*tch [?]
n*ggas be shooting and bricking and hitting the innocent n*ggas are killing me
n*ggas ain't real tryna kill me (Nah)
You n*ggas could've been got with me (Cap-ass n*ggas)
Yeah you n*ggas in trouble, uh
Glock just lift up that cutter
Got me a switch and it stutter, uh
Yeah I'm the man it's no other
Yeah I just hopped in that fast sh*t
She told [?]
Swerving through lanes and [?] out cars and bet I won't even crash sh*t (Nah)

[Chorus: QuisActive]
Yeah, see I got a hell of a hustle
Pack touched down and it came off the muscle
Glock gen-5 with the scope I'll bust you
Gun in my dip, so why would I tussle?
I throw a O to my younging like Russell
Trap out the window ma' know that I hustle
Play with my mother than I gotta bust you
Hollow tips hurt, they burn when they touch you
Won't buy her no shoes, I'm only tryna f*ck
Chase a opp with the Drac' now he singing like Usher
Ski on my face I'ma spin like a Russian
Shot out the party them young n*ggas ducking
We spinning the opps it ain't nothing for discussion
Hop out the back of the free car then touch him
Oh they internet gangsters they not on nothing
[Outro: QuisActive]
Not on nothing