Touchdown
 作词 : Dominique Jones/Wesley Glass/Dylan Cleary-Krell/Jayden Christodoulou
 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Wesley Glass/Dylan Cleary-Krell/Jayden Christodoulou
 Wheezy outta here
 Yeah, yeah

 Back on my young **** shit, made a bunch of this shit
 Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit
 And you know how I come when I come through that bitch
 Got the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit
 Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble that shit
 He get hit stick, I get touch down

 I just sold 'em 200, it's rush hour
 Was determined to buy me a bust down
 Back in school, I was serving the bus drivers
 He was talking, now he got the hush mouth
 Put the gas to the floor when I pull out
 Told my momma ain't no more getting put out
 Know they listen, I know what to put out
 Free the guys, I can't wait till they get out
 Shit get hot, then I know how to chill out
 Smoking dope if you're thinking I'll sell out
 From the hood to the pen into Harvard
 I'ma make this shit happen regardless
 Skateboard P, Louie V on my garments
 I'm the bank, if you broke, need to borrow some'
 Why they playing like I ain't the hardest?
 Like I ain't tryna dodge the charges?

 Ain't no pillow talking to hoes
 You know that they run back and tell everything that you said 'bout it
 **** weird, I don't know what to call it
 Real gangsta, I ain't rocking no nail polish
 Where I'm from, when they rob, you don't tell on 'em
 Go and get you a hammer and nail some'
 Ever since I was little, tryna sell some'
 Penthouse top of the top, I done leveled up

 Riding 'round with Dracs and Glocks
 The vehicle BP, we still be on all that
 I ain't saying you a bitch, but you know your shit
 Got took, and you had to charge that
 Really could've been a pimp
 The way that she tricking these **** and give me a charge back
 It ain't sweet in the streets, gotta beat the concrete
 This shit really should come with a hard hat
 All that arguing on cameras ain't called for
 Know I come through and clutch like a small forward
 I can turn your lil' men into bag carriers
 I'm still ****ing them over in all areas

 Back on my young **** shit, made a bunch of this shit
 Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit
 And you know how I come when I come through that bitch
 Got the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit
 Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble that shit
 He get hit stick, I get touch down
 He get hit stick, I get touch down
 He get hit stick, I get touch down

 Pull up crazy, that car gon' get blew down
 Popped a je-nee-nee, hit her for two hours
 Give her racks when we ****, I don't do flowers
 Paranoid, I'm ****ed up from the shootouts
 I made all this shit happen with two ounces
 Run it up, bought my sisters them new houses
 I'm the one, it ain't nothing the two 'bout me
 I'm that ****, ain't nothing you can do 'bout it
 She that bitch, she pop out with a new body
 From a Buick Regal to a Bugatti
 Made it out and got rich, but I still grind
 Cut the lights off and all of us still shine
 Eliantte and Wafi get more diamonds
 I done told you before that I'm low down
 Got more guns than a COD loadout
 I'ma take me a few 'fore I got out
 You want everything new, but you wore out
 You want everything new, but you wore out

 Back on my young **** shit, made a bunch of this shit
 Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit
 And you know how I come when I come through that bitch
 Got the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit
 Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble that shit
 He get hit stick, I get touch down
 He get hit stick, I get touch down
 He get hit stick, I get touch down

 Yeah, go with your instinct, gon' let that switch sting
 I heard your bitch stink, I'on want her