Touchdown – YSB Tril & Bankrol Hayden

(Smoove made it)
(They think me and Steeze movin’ keys, man)
(Ayo Whit)

[YSB Tril:]
Touchdown
Back up in the city, I just bought a bustdown
Gang be slidin’ with me, that’s until the sun down
Fell in love with hundreds, love to watch them rain down, uh
Got up off the bench, I’m in the game now
We be gettin’ hi-i-i-igh
Baby, we can sli-i-i-ide
She know she a di-i-i-ime
Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight

[Bankrol Hayden:]
Ride around in that Lamborghini
College girls with no bikini
Rockstar like take it off
Fuck a bitch then I’m gone, Houdini
Came in in my Mike Amiri
SB, they Ben & Jerry’s
Paintball, like I was Barrie
Young, rich and I’m legendary

[YSB Tril:]
She want me to put her on a plane
Could’ve bought a brand new Range instead of icin’ out the chain
I swear your bitch could’ve hit it, but I only want the brain
Bendin’ over, don’t pull out ’cause you know shawty do her thing

[Bankrol Hayden:]
18, I copped my first bustdown
It’s obvious you hate me ’cause you’re from my hometown
Bitch, how you say you love me? You ain’t never stayed down
Run it back like Derrick Henry, we get the pack and

[YSB Tril:]
Touchdown
Back up in the city, I just bought a bustdown
Gang be slidin’ with me, that’s until the sun down
Fell in love with hundreds, love to watch them rain down, uh
Got up off the bench, I’m in the game now
We be gettin’ hi-i-i-igh
Baby, we can sli-i-i-ide
She know she a di-i-i-ime
Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight

[Bankrol Hayden:]
We got green lasers on my Glock like I’m Yoda
Pour a four inside my Sprite, she sippin’ on a peach soda
Told a bad bitch touch her toes around my crib, she doin’ yoga
We shoot and they don’t shoot back, we got range, this ain’t no Rover

[YSB Tril:]
Look up in the mirror, that’s star what I see
Oh she a [?], she gon’ let me get the top for the free
She been lockin’ niggas up, but she know me, I got the key
I won’t never save a bitch, get her gone ‘fore the week
She want a youngin’ form the south, bank account big amounts
Up in California getting booted off the loud
Boy your pockets in the drought (Uh), tell me what that’s about
She ain’t never loved the kid, but now she face down

Touchdown
Back up in the city, I just bought a bustdown
Gang be slidin’ with me, that’s until the sun down
Fell in love with hundreds, love to watch them rain down, uh
Got up off the bench, I’m in the game now
We be gettin’ hi-i-i-igh
Baby, we can sli-i-i-ide
She know she a di-i-i-ime
Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight