Rich The Kid - TD Celebration lyrics

(Verse 1: Hit-Boy) Trap phone with a dead battery, I’m in charge In the field getting to the marching bands Camouflaged in a tank, war-ready every day, man I’m in charge, I’m in charge, cue my intro music when I walk in Off the ropes with the latest smackdown, Stone Cold Steve Austin Use your left when you tap out Let me tell you in advance now I like my girl a** looking junky like she serve at a crack house Shooting off the gla**, back boy Aspirations just to be the best, now we the plug I’m finna shed a tear Kobe only got a season left Modern like a seasoned vet They said I would never see success I do not see opponents, I only see the net I can tell they paying off the refs Give me a whistle and a pen striped shirt All you foul n***as need a tech (Hook: Hit-Boy) Going Cam Newton on these n***as, goddamn, hit ’em with the flexing Going Cam Newton on these n***as, goddamn, hit ’em with the flexing Going Cam Newton on these f**boys, like my n***a beat his cases And he fresh out on the pavement, touchdown celebration (Verse 2: Rich The Kid) Trap phone, motorola Real deal, c**a cola Break the pot, flip it over Juug the plug for the yola Rings on me like a champ Big rack with a stamp I put the cash in the paper bag Momma she told me I’m livin’ fast If you ever been broke hold your Rollie up I got a check just to f** it up We don’t f** with fake n***as Coupe ‘ll pull up with two b**hes Dear lord, thank the lord Broke, was sleeping on the floor Juug, finessing, kicking doors They was sleeping now I’m aboard Came from the bottom, we legendary I just drop the top (?) February Pull up the ghost for the summer Trappin’ and cappin’ doing numbers (Outro: Hit-Boy) We’ve been on this roll, let’s travel for a while (?) all about Now I’m on the flight solo headed to the south like birds in the winter Like f** the competition f** the competition f** the competition f** the competition