Yo Gotti - Touchdown Lyrics

Aye you know im cocaine crazy right?

These niggas go

White dis, white dat

(Quit fucking with me, white everything)

A lil bitch i fuck with talk bout she want white cat

You know dis my city right?

(Hoe you crazy)

Pussy ass nigga



I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside

Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong

210 on the dash, blue jean inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees when i come past

Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart



Streets Talkin Gotti been doing good

Niggas wanna try em, couple niggas from the hood

You know how that go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, truth be told wen i hustlin i aint fuck wit em

Same nigga still owe me on a pack, think a nigga forgot becuz im rappin? nah...

When i get off the road I shoot back to my town

New whips, new watch, fuck with me, its goin down

Own family hatin, niggas looking mad, guess it be little better if a nigga was doin bad,

But momma got a smile, brother still wild, i gotta get this money i just had another child,

They say im gettin fat, guess im eatin good

20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI,

Sometimes i think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta think ahead



I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside

Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong

210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come past

Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart



My city rootin for me, the club owners mad

Cause i wont come to kick it for under 25 bands

And u taking it personal im just tryna feed my mans

See u aint a real nigga so dats sumthin u wouldnt understand

But if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans

I would of been clicked on u bitches and doin a quarter off n da can

But imma keep on grindin, keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand

Imma kill u bitches softly every time i ride pass

What da fuck make u wanna beef wit me like u street as me

Running round here talking down bitch u aint use to be wit me

Bitch u aint use to tote heat wit me, bitch u aint use to eat wit me

Bitch i was thuggin n ridgecrest yo funky ass was somewhere down da street

Yo fuck ass aint no real g, tell me where dey do dat at

Gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your set

Motherfuckers do anything for a check, ok dats cool

But dont fuck around and let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet

On another note im da same nigga wit mo paper and mo bigger

And whenever im in town bitch im rite here on shady vista

My jewelry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistol

Aint nan nigga gone take nuttn my lil niggaz a shake sumtn

My lil niggas got mo paper, my lil niggas dont even rap, bitch

Runnin round talk bout u got signed, bitch u still livin in da trap!



I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside

Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong

210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come past

Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
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