Eastside Da G - Touchdown (feat. Mel Yung)
Pack touched down
Rollie buss down
Yea You niggas clowns
I can't Fuck around
Tote dat hunnid round
Smokin out da pound
If you want smoke then u know it's goin down
Got them niggas scared on the other side of town
And I'm fuckin on a lil pretty round brown
Feel like flocka bitch I love dem guns sounds
Run thru ya shit lay erri body down
Saint Laurent wit da Ballys
I gotta plug in cali
Hell nah he ain taxin
Hit da block then I'm cappin
I gotta Rollie no cappin
Bought this shit before rappin
At da back doe trappin
And yo bitch I'm clappin
Workin wit da work I fucked around and copped a patty
Fuckin on ya bitch she fucked around and called me daddy
Member way back we had 6's on da Caddy
I hit dat lick and went and got some Bugs Bunny carrats
Lame ass nigga he jus mugging and he starin
Mad cuz my diamonds drippin nasty like Carrie
And my side piece mocha brown like Halle Berry
Hoes love me like everyday February
Pack touched down
Rollie buss down
Yea You niggas clowns
I can't Fuck around
Tote dat hunnid round
Smokin out da pound
If you want smoke then u know it's goin down
Got them niggas scared on the other side of town
And I'm fuckin on a lil pretty round brown
Feel like flocka bitch I love dem guns sounds
Run thru ya shit lay erri body down
Touchdown like I'm Yo Gotti
Niggaz done bought 100 straps
But ain't shot nobody
Fuck you sayin nigga
Pops in the back load in shotties
TJ stamped locked and loaded
So you know he ridin shotty
I don't trust nobody
Not a soul
Lotta foes
Losses took alot of those
Lotta blow
We gone need alot of snow
Stand up with em solid though
Highrise got alot of floors
Trapping off the elevator
Hey you know by the load
I just caught a body want alotta mo
Bank account alot of O's
Trick off with a bitch never that I got alot of those
Labels want to sign me
Fuck that bitch
I booked alot of shows
Dice game loss a couple of em
Won alot of more
Solid so
I lock up with solid folk
Hoodjack in a Hellcat
Smashin down Candler rd
I was in a Cutlass hittin a robbery
Gotta go
Bitch trying to hit a nigga phone
Airplane mode
Like for real
Pack touchdown
Rollie buss down
Yeah you niggas clowns
I can't fuck around
Tote a hunnid round
Smoking out da pound
If you want smoke then you know it's goin down
Got them niggaz scared
On the other side of town
And I'm fuckin on a lil pretty round brown
Feel like flocka
Bitch I love them gun sounds
Run through ya shit and lay erribody down
Written by:
JERRY ABBOTT, ANDREW JACKSON, MERCEDES SEECOOMAR
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