Migos - Emmitt Smith lyrics

50, 40, there he go 30, down sideline, uh!
20, there he go! Touchdown, touchdown!
Go! Go! Go!

Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
I just touched down on a pussy nigga

Finessing the plug
I run with that sack and I make a touchdown
Ran up the money, hall of fame of finesse
Ain't no Jim Brown
I know my momma she proud of me
Young rich nigga, we the new trend now


Came a long way, from kicking the doors
Now people they pay me in PayPal
Want me to fuck with you
'cause I came up nigga?
My momma she told me she love me
Go get money nigga! I came a long way
From trapping in trenches to rockin' the
Mic and I did it, we did it
My pockets on Pinky and I'm taking a pic
From flying from city to city

Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
I just touched down on a pussy nigga

Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I
Keep the Emmitt for niggas who envy
Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy
With double F's on me, no Fendi
My niggas ain't feelin' their bitches
They put on their ski masks
They leavin' no witness
My wrist it be spinnin' I'm doin' my fitness
Hall of fame trappin'
Young niggas I'm feedin'
My wrist game real sick so I
Need soup by Mrs Campbells
I'm baking and dodging the camera
Young nigga running with the work
Earl Campbell
Trapping in bandos and shelters
Young Takeoff and I'm finna buy Delta
Pourin' that 2 plus 2 in my Fanta
Your pockets look like they got cancer
I just bought a brand new Mercedes from Haiti
And set it on some Walter Paytons
My 'migo he asked me to front him a kilo
I threw it to him like I was Peyton
I told momma we gon' make it
Now I'm on trips to Macon
Making a trip to go get the narcotics
I75 with the pocket rocket

Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
I just touched down on a pussy nigga

Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew! Glaw, bow!
That's a hundred rounds glaw, glaw!
Nigga lay it down (fuck nigga)
None of my plugs from America
(nope) , Africa (where?) , Australia (where?)
Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers (glaw)
None of my niggas they scared of yah!
Hang a fuck nigga like ornament (fuck nigga)
Broke ass nigga unfortunate (broke nigga)
I keep the babies like orphanage babies
Go to the moon like astrologist
We not acceptin' apologies
Sellin' the dope to economies
Young rich nigga ridin' 'round in the Bentley
Throwin' money out the ceiling momma
Told me I'm ignant!
I'm two steps ahead of ya, never been regular
Hit a nigga with the antidope
And we burry him
Hop in the Jag', I'm droppin' the top back
Smoking on gas like a nigga got cataracts
Duck ass nigga I'm calling you Aflac
Alley oop dunking them bricks
It's a Shaq attack
Only one bird can bring the whole corner back
Mike Offset Vick, throw it like a quarterback

Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
I just touched down on a pussy nigga