Touchdown lyrics

by

Peezy


[Intro: Babyface Ray]
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick b*tch
Say she wanna f*ck, made her suck di*k, touch this
Keep it plain, only factory can touch this
Heavy load, creative control, n*gga, come quick
It's a scope on the AR like we hunt sh*t
f*ck rap, I'll get back on that one sh*t
This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, b*tch
Touch down, every town, we don't punt, b*tch

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Matty Boy Vans cost a stack, how you comin'?
Live a thug life, I should tat it on my stomach
Key to this sh*t gettin' money, stayin' humble
Ten b*tches with me, finna have a Royal Rumble
Ayy, ten n*ggas with me and they all about some paper, n*gga
Better be cautious in the water, alligator city
I was bein' patient, never hated, yeah, I waited, n*gga
All towards the paper, these days, conversations different
Ayy, Murda on the beat
Baby Draco on the seat, man, it's murder in the street
Need a sports agent, thirty-thirty on the sleeve
di*k-suck n*ggas tryna join a n*gga team
Where was you?
I was in the gym all night tryna get this sh*t together like I hoop
Livin' proof
I was workin' overtime
These n*ggas playin', I was tryna feed the crew, n*gga
[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick b*tch
Say she wanna f*ck, made her suck di*k, touch this
Keep it plain, only factory can touch this
Heavy load, creative control, n*gga, come quick
It's a scope on the AR like we hunt sh*t
f*ck rap, I'll get back on that one sh*t
This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, b*tch
Touch down, every town, we don't punt, b*tch

[Verse 2: Peezy]
My up and they up, that ain't the same
Took the 'Dweller off, put on a prez', this ain't the same kit
I was down bad in the trap wearin' the same sh*t
Now a t-shirt cost a stack 'cause it ain't sh*t
I don't know how to make memes, so I make flips
I don't take sh*t from no b*tch, I'm a real pimp
My n*ggas sell cocaine and they take hits
Your b*tch got a lot of mouth and can't take di*k
Used to reup with my connect once a month
Now I'm ridin' through the ghetto tryna 'vest this sh*t or somethin'
Call an Instagram model, tell her let's get into somethin'
All a n*gga do is work like I'm Mexican or somethin', yeah

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick b*tch
Say she wanna f*ck, made her suck di*k, touch this
Keep it plain, only factory can touch this
Heavy load, creative control, n*gga, come quick
It's a scope on the AR like we hunt sh*t
f*ck rap, I'll get back on that one sh*t
This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, b*tch
Touch down, every town, we don't punt, b*tch
[Outro: Peezy]
Twenty bands, fifty bands, hundred bands, that ain't sh*t to me
Hit your b*tch with my mask on, trick or treat
Green beam on the chopper like a Christmas tree
Three diamond links on, forty cent a piece
You ain't gotta pay for nothin', b*tch, you with a G
Took a thousand G7s down to Tennessee
Big Rollie on my wrist when I lift the sleeve
Copped a 2020 Benz when I hit the streets
Make my b*tch pull a b*tch, I ain't gotta cheat
Put them n*ggas out of business 'cause I got it cheap
Stop lyin', boy, you finished, you can't lie to me
All I talk 'bout is numbers like the lottery
Oh sh*t
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