[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]

I touchdown at 11:45 with a fifty pound lick and a couple hard nines

Now I'm back on the grind on my side I got a nine

And I'm a go blind if you disrespect my mind

Fuck, I'm fresh out the parish doe, still smokin' Cali' dro'

Still totin' calicos, you niggas ought to know

I was cold at sixteen, man I'm in and out of prison

My father figure dead so that's how a nigga livin'

What would you do if you was Boo? Kill every nigga who hate on you

Ridin' 'round scared thinkin' a nigga finna play with you

I'm Rambo in that bottom 'cause I lay down law

It's consequences when you play me 'cause I lay down chalk

If you ain't heard about Lil Boosie then I'm making my mark

I cutt ya throat and take ya house, that's that Souja Slim talk

If you got money they can't never hold it down in the dark

They can make you feel brave but that money don't talk, and I...

[Hook]

I touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

Touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

I touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

Touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

I touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

Touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

I touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

Touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]

And I told myself I wasn't go go to jail but I lied

Now my Momma on her knees and she cry

And my daughter askin' where her daddy at and why? (Where he at and why?)

Now the feds on a nigga hard

Got to put my whip up 'cause Lil Boosie smart

I touchdown, I'm blues in the block

If ya owe me better pay me or I'm bruisin' ya now

For all you hoes who ain't choose me, don't holla now

I got a lot of money now and I'm wilder now

Detective Wayne, you frog-eyed lookin' bitch

You gon' take my .45 'cause you can't afford a nigga shit

Oh well, give me a bond, put me back in orange

Oh well, I'm in this bitch, and no, I don't learn

Got to get my pad and hit my bunk and write some savage shit

Wait on my name to be called like "Hatch, pack yo' shit!"

[Verse 3: Big Head]

I just touched down y'all happy to see me

Time to get back on track and operate freely

I found who was real and who was willing to leave me

I realized who had faith and who didn't believe me

Let me catch up on some pussy 'cause I desperately need it

After that go grab the K and spray the hood like graffiti

Destination rip the nation got me gutta and greedy

Time to get it if you with me the you know where to meet me

Was I stressing in that bitch? Nope! That ain't G code

Sinequan elavil, yep, jailhouse primos

A couple of kept it real and bumped them zeroes

But now a nigga home time to run them kilos

I rap with TRILL, E.N.T. not Duecey or Beelow

Keep coming sideways I'ma do me a negro

South side miss a nigga I'm the Uptown Hero

It's clutch time I'm on the line can't miss this free throw

[Hook]

I touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

Touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

I touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

Touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

I touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

Touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

I touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell

Touchdown to cause hell, touchdown to cause hell