Babyface Ray, Murda Beatz, Peezy - Touchdown lyrics

(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah

Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick bitch
Say she wanna fuck, made her suck dick
Touch this
Keep it plain, only factory can touch this
Heavy load, creative control, nigga
Come quick
It's a scope on the AR like we hunt shit
Fuck rap, I'll get back on that one shit
This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt
Bitch
Touch down, every town, we don't punt, bitch

Matty Boy Vans cost a stack, how you comin'?
Live a thug life
I should tat it on my stomach
Key to this shit gettin' money
Stayin' humble
Ten bitches with me
Finna have a Royal Rumble
Ayy, ten niggas with me and
They all about some paper
Nigga
Better be cautious in the water
Alligator city
I was bein' patient, never
Hated, yeah, I waited
Nigga
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
Dick-suck niggas tryna join a nigga team
Where was you?
I was in the gym all night tryna
Get this shit together like I hoop
Livin' proof
I was workin' overtime
These niggas playin', I was
Tryna feed the crew
Nigga

Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick bitch
Say she wanna fuck, made her suck dick
Touch this
Keep it plain, only factory can touch this
Heavy load, creative control, nigga
Come quick
It's a scope on the AR like we hunt shit
Fuck rap, I'll get back on that one shit
This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt
Bitch
Touch down, every town, we don't punt, bitch

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 shit
Now a t-shirt cost a stack
'cause it ain't shit
I don't know how to make memes
So I make flips
I don't take shit from no bitch
I'm a real pimp
My niggas sell cocaine and they take hit's
Your bitch got a lot of
Mouth and can't take dick
Used to reup with my connect once a month
Now I'm ridin' through the ghetto tryna
'vest this shit or somethin'
Call an Instagram model
Tell her let's get into somethin'
All a nigga do is work
Like I'm Mexican or somethin'
Yeah

Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick bitch
Say she wanna fuck, made her suck dick
Touch this
Keep it plain, only factory can touch this
Heavy load, creative control, nigga
Come quick
It's a scope on the AR like we hunt shit
Fuck rap, I'll get back on that one shit
This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt
Bitch
Touch down, every town, we don't punt, bitch

Twenty bands, fifty bands, hundred bands
That ain't shit to me
Hit your bitch 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', bitch
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 bitch pull a bitch
I ain't gotta cheat
Put them niggas 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 shit