Touch Down lyrics

[Intro: OhGeesy]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: OhGeesy]
Touch down, M.I.A. in the sunshine state (Jet)
Jet skis and bad hoes, man, I love the whole place
Touch down, LA, b*tch, we run the whole state
Why I get a lot of love? Give a f*ck about hate
Why I make a lot of funds? Switch a whole lot of weight
And I f*ck her every hood from Daygo to the Bay
All the hoods, East Coast to the East of LA
We'on' never press pause, n*ggas only push play

[Chorus: OhGeesy]
Touch down with a ho, I'm in your city tonight
With the b*tches lookin' pretty and the titties sit right (I- I—)
I ain't trippin' off a n*gga, got the blicky, a'ight
Yeah, got the blicky, a'ight
Touch down with a ho, I'm in your city tonight
With the b*tches lookin' pretty and the titties sit right (I- I—)
I ain't trippin' off a n*gga, got the blicky, a'ight
Yeah, got the blicky, a'ight, ayy

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Used to ride 'em buckets, now we hoppin' outta Porsches
I shot him, I got blood on my Forces, we torched him
Drakey with the wood, got him runnin' like he Forrest
n*gga, floor it, we got 12 on our di*k 'cause we important
[Bridge: Fenix Flexin & OhGeesy]
We got dope up in that kitchen and that— yeah, come import it
And that— yeah, come import it
Dope up in the kitchen and that— yeah, come import it
Yeah, from Colombia

[Verse 3: OhGeesy]
Ten bad b*tches in the room and we runnin' em
Me and Fenix Flexin and we gonna have some fun with her
Every young n*gga in my hood got a gun with him
Five blicks with a switch, they all got a drum in 'em
Four cellphones and I don't answer none of 'em
Three freak b*tches sayin', "Daddy," can I c*m in her? (Yeah)
Two 'Mar came through, I can't get enough of them (Rrr)
One zip left but I started with a ton of 'em
Ayy, one shotta, two shotta, three shotta, four
Kick that front door, make you n*ggas get low
Actin' tough on the internet, real life? You a ho
Real gang members, b*tch, we stickin' to the code
Ayy, real trendsetter, Glock go with my clothes
I ain't ever by myself, chop' go where I go
You ain't f*ckin' with the kid, you can't flow how I flow
We ain't trippin' on a b*tch 'cause a ho gon' be a ho

[Chorus: OhGeesy & Fenix Flexin]
Touch down with a ho, I'm in your city tonight
With the b*tches lookin' pretty and the titties sit right (I- I—)
I ain't trippin' off a n*gga, got the blicky, a'ight
Yeah, got the blicky, a'ight
Touch down with a ho, I'm in your city tonight
With the b*tches lookin' pretty and the titties sit right (I- I—)
I ain't trippin' off a n*gga, got the blicky, a'ight (I got blick with me)
Yeah, got the blicky, a'ight, ayy
[Verse 4: Fenix Flexin]
Touch down in yo' city, I got blick with me (Buh)
And you sellin' Mandy, yeah, you know you gotta keep Billy (Keep it on you)
Like I'm at a Tommy Burger, everybody know I need chili (You know I need it)
n*gga, make that wrong move? Get my mans when that heat spillin' (Brrt)
I ain't f*ckin' on no b*tch with no munyun (With no munyun)
If she ain't got no bag for me, then she done, yeah (Yeah, it's over)
They tryna get a n*gga chipped like a Funyun (Like a Funyun)
Choppa got a drummy on it, spillin' out a hundun (Took the hundiddy)
Make it grrt 'til it click, then we outta there, skrrt! (Yeah, we outta there)
I'on' want no pus*y, I'm tryna get up in her purse (Come pay)
I ain't worried 'bout who lookin', n*gga, play? I'm gon' burst (Gon' pop it)
Drop skeezy, get sleazy, we gon' take 'em to church (Yeah)
I'm tryna wipe a n*gga nose, knock a face off (b*tch)
Boy, I swear I hate them n*ggas like I'm Adolf (Like I'm Adolf)
I ain't a n*gga playin' games but you know we finna play ball (n*gga)
Reach up in my pocket, I got blicky and the 8-ball (I got blick with me)

[Chorus: OhGeesy]
Touch down with a ho, I'm in your city tonight
With the b*tches lookin' pretty and the titties sit right (I- I—)
I ain't trippin' off a n*gga, got the blicky, a'ight
Yeah, got the blicky, a'ight
Touch down with a ho, I'm in your city tonight
With the b*tches lookin' pretty and the titties sit right (I- I—)
I ain't trippin' off a n*gga, got the blicky, a'ight
Yeah, got the blicky, a'ight, ayy