N2Sap - Touchdown

3am flights yeah we finna touchdown
3am flights might crash with a buss down
Yo main one a freak swinging neck outta town
Throttle over radio hop in a chally ain't throwing down
Leaning off that drank I got a superpower
Throwin heat like I got flower power
Junkie off that white snortin white powder
6am in the booth on my rapper tip put in extra hours
Goated like I was born a Capricorn
Knock out the halo out em gave em devil horns
You can't catch up you da ball plus the corn
Tryna ball with me get yo ACL torn
Wembenyama papaya stand on my money I'm 7'4
Beat her back down where her spinal cord
Tried to give me head I be saying I'm bored
Tryna act like you got it posting wit that Honda Accord
Where yo sword go? Shit we shooting hoards
Know we up at half we don't check the score
Seeing triple Z's in my dreams I'm finna snore
Plugged in to this shit like a extension cord
Took her soul where yo hoe go?
That's from my solo, off the dolo
Kicking' shit and punching this ain't dojo
Got a shooter in the back Tony Romo
Real money all blues ain't finna crop ah photo
Think you got the sauce those the wrong ingredients
Shooter got a smile when he pop he be devious
Get yo grind on youngin this shit hella tedious
Chain flashing on camera this ain't from the media
You don't got game why you hoggin the controller
Switch lanes when we go triple digits like a bowler
Snuck in that grass wit a M4 he a real soldier
Yeah you hear me down the block skirting off that chally motor
Shit, you Betta get down
HA HA HA HA Shooters getting real loud
That's how yo bitch sound
GRR GRR We let her kitty growl
You ain't you when you hungry, come an eat on dis dick
Better get to da job before we up ah blick
Call me grand wizard how we handle sticks
Woke up in the clouds off a three six
Skywalking off them drugs I ain't Anikan
You stay wit no motion you a mannequin
You stay in the trash like banana skin
Ridding in a UFO, We on planet number ten
This my Kobe year, I got that mamba mentality
Get yo paper up, face that stunning reality
Hit that bitch with a combo calling it fatality
Ying Ang Yang with these glockies this ah duality
Like I'm a vampire I hold my lean chalice
Pour it, sip it, flip it, can't hold a balance
We some superstars on yo team not from Dallas
Running up the money so fast *tuh* think I got ah callus
Doomsday heist on his ass we some masterminds
Green and red beam on his ass this the laser kind
Don't stare at the VVS too long and you go blind
Ain't no way my vision blurry from all these carats
You ain't special you do the same shit as a parrot

Written by:
Nathan Stevens

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