Cal Scruby - Touchdown lyrics

Hopping out the sprinter like a man down
All this little Babas that I can't stand
I'm a good villain I'm a bad man
I'm a good villain I'm, yea

Get it then I spend it get
It back that's a rebate
Belt Remy FO by 100 I run the relay
Haven't heard from Grizzly been calling
For over three days
That's a red flag somebody
Go round the replay
Mr Referee why you stressing me, huh
You don't blow the whistle
While they pressing me, huh
Ya'll been getting greedy with the recipe
Huh
Bitches getting needy why you texting me, huh
They see me and they creepin'
They shallow I go deep in
Thinks about the money rubs
Hands Michael Keaton
Sipping Beetlejuice in the theater
Room on the weekends
I take her out to eat and
Eat her out got me thinking
Do she just want a free meal
Show up for the refill
The proof is in the pudding and
The devils in the details
And prolly in my bank account
And somewhere in my emails
It got my mind spinning like a
Chevy with the spree wheels
I keep chopping and hopping the green goblin
Off the bean popping like
Burrows in east Compton
I'm stone cold Demi Lovato and Steve Austin
Empty out the pocket my
Blockers keep blocking

When I touch down I do my dance, ho
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho
Ain't nobody trapping out the band though
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though
When I touch down I do my dance, ho
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho
Ain't nobody trapping out the band though
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though

Nowadays nobody engages in conversation for
Nothing so tell me what
You want and I pretend I give a shit
Little shit I'm bothered by can turn your
School of thought into a columbine
Study up or fall behind of father time

We even threw the street in
The charger the Marty Schottenheimer
Blowing on some marijuana stronger
Than some carbon fiber
Shorty with me trying to jack me
Off until her arm get tired
That'so big you couldn't see the car
If it was parked behind her
(Where is your car dude?)
I'll take you for a ride
That's a little tangent
You would think I'll plant it
Flip it and land it on a different planet
Yeah I need the space just a
Couple days to myself for
My mental health not the type to ask for help
Even when It's necessary
I swear the easiest job would be my secretary
I'mma get that cherry red chariot that
Bloody Valentino like it's February
Taking the top off I beat the secondary

When I touch down I do my dance, ho
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho
Ain't nobody trapping out the band though
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though
When I touch down I do my dance, ho
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho
Ain't nobody trapping out the band though
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though