Migos - Emmit Smith lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] 50, 40, there he go 30, 20, there he go Touchdown! Go! Go! Go! [Hook: Quavo] Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a p**y n***a I just touched down on a p**y n***a Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a p**y n***a I just touched down on a p**y n***a [Verse 1: Quavo] Finessing the plug I run with that sack and I make a touchdown Ran on the money, hall of fame of finesse, ain't no Jim Brown I know my momma she proud of me Young rich n***a, we the new trend now Came a long way, from kicking the doors Now people they pay me in Paypal Want me to f** with you cause I came up n***a? My-my-my momma she told me she love me Go get money n***a! I came a long way, from chopping the trenches to rocking the mic and I did it, we did it My pockets on Pinky and I'm taking a pic From flying from city to city [Hook] [Verse 2: Takeoff] Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the aiming for n***as who envy Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy With double F's on me, no Fendi My n***as ain't feelin' their b**hes They put on the ski mask, they leavin' no witness My wrist just be spinnin' I'm doin' my fitness Hall of fame trappin', young n***as I'm feedin' My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells I'm baking a dozen on camera Young n***as running with the work, Earl Campbell Trapping in bandos and shelters Young Takeoff and I'm finna buy Delta Can fit 2 plus 2 in my Phantom Your pockets look like they got cancer I just bought a brand new Mercedes from Haiti and set it on some Walter Paytons My 'migo he asked me to front him a kilo I threw it to him like I'm Peyton I told momma we gon' make it Now I'm on trips to make [?] I set the fire with this pocket, rocket [Hook] [Verse 3: Offset] Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown That's a hundred rounds, n***a laid down None of my plugs from America, Africa, Australia Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers, none of my n***as they scared of yah! Hang a f** n***a like ornament n***a, broke a** n***a unfortunate n***a I keep the babies like orphanage babies! Go to the moon like astrologist We not acceptin' apologies, sellin' the dope to economist Young rich n***a ridin' 'round in the Bentley Throwin' money on the ceiling momma told me I'm ignant! Two steps ahead of ya, never been regular Hit a n***a with the antedote and we burry him Hop in the Jag', I'm droppin' the top back Smoking on gas like a n***a got cataracts Duck a** n***a I'm calling you Aflac Alley oop dunking them bricks it’s a Shaq attack Only one bird can bring the whole corner back Like Offset been throwin' like a quarterback [Hook]