Bankrol Hayden - TOUCHDOWN lyrics

[Intro] (Smoove made it) (They think me and Steeze movin' keys, man) (Ayo Whit) [Chorus: 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, like to watch 'em rain down, uh Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now We been gettin' hi-i-i-igh Baby, will you sli-i-i-ide? She know she a di-i-i-ime Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight [Verse 1: Bankrol Hayden] Ride around in that Lamborghini College girls with no bikini Rockstar, like, take it off fu*k a b*tch then I'm gone, Houdini Came in in my Mike Amiris SBs, they Ben & Jerry Paintballs, like I was Barrie Young, rich and I'm legеndary [Verse 2: YSB Tril] She want me to put her on a planе Could've bought a brand new Range, instead I'm icin' out a chain I swear yo' b*tch could've hit it, but I only want the brain Bendin' over, doin' Pilates, you know shawty do her thing [Verse 3: Bankrol Hayden] Eighteen, I copped my first bustdown It's obvious you hate me 'cause you from my hometown b*tch, how you say you love me? You ain't never stayed down Run it back like Derrick Henry, get the pack and [Chorus: YSB Tril, YSB Tril & Bankrol Hayden] 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, like to watch 'em rain down, uh Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now We been gettin' hi-i-i-igh Baby, will you sli-i-i-ide? She know she a di-i-i-ime Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight [Verse 4: Bankrol Hayden] We got green lasers on my Glock like I'm Yoda Put a four inside my Sprite, she sippin' on a pink soda Told a bad b*tch touch her toes around my crib, she doin' yoga We shootin', they don't shoot back, we got range, this ain't no Rover [Verse 5: YSB Tril] L-l-look up in the mirror, that's a star what I see Oh, she a bop, she gon' let me get the top for the free She been lockin' ni**as up, but she know me, I got the key I won't never save a b*tch, just get her gone for the week She want a youngin' from 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 'bout? She ain't never loved the kid, but now she face down [Chorus: 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, like to watch 'em rain down, uh Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now We been gettin' hi-i-i-igh Baby, will you sli-i-i-ide? She know she a di-i-i-ime Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight