Murda - Emmitt Smith lyrics

[Produced by Murda Beats] [Intro : Quavo] 50, 40, there he go ... 30, down sideline, UH ! 20, there he go ! Touchdown, 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 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 up the money, hall of fame of finnesse, 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 momma she told me she love me, go get money n***a! I came a long way From trapping in trenches to rockin' 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 : 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 Smith I just touched down on a p**y n***a I just touched down on a p**y n***a [Verse 2 : Takeoff] Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the Emmitt 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 their ski-masks, they leavin' no witness My wrist it 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 and dodging the camera Young n***a running with the work, Earl Campbell Trapping in bandos and shelters Young Takeoff and I'm finna buy Delta Pourin' that 2 plus 2 in my Fanta 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 was Peyton I told momma we gon' make it Now I'm on trips Jamaica Making a trip to go get the narcotics I-75 with the pocket rocket [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 Smith I just touched down on a p**y n***a I just touched down on a p**y n***a [Verse 3 : Offset] Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown "PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW!" "GLAW, BOW!" That's a hundred rounds "GLAW, GLAW!" n***a lay it 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 (f** n***a) Broke a** n***a unfortunate (broke n***a) I keep the babies like orphanage babies! Go to the moon like astrologist We not acceptin' apologies Sellin' the dope to economies Young rich n***a ridin' 'round in the Bentley Throwin' money out the ceiling momma told me I'm ignant! I'm two steps ahead of ya, never been regular Hit a n***a with the antidope 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 Mike Offset Vick, throw it like a quarterback [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 Smith I just touched down on a p**y n***a I just touched down on a p**y n***a