Touchdown - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I told her I love her but I don't do cuffing, I only be fuckin you shit out of luck

She hop on my dick for no questions what I do for checks she would do for a buck

I throw a few racks at ya bitch cuz I make it right back and I don't give a fuck

I got that purple all over my weed

So you know that I keep me some purple inside of my cup

Take ya bitch don't give a fuck, she feel my dick in her guts

I'm smacking her ass while she all on my nuts

I'm fuckin to bust it's never for love

Cuz ion got trust for thots it's not an option, I gave my heart to the block

I had to learn how to move with the rock, I had to get it straight out of the pot

I don't be fuckin with ops, if you a fed you gotta stop

I know shooters that a pop, put that hammer to your noggin

You don't really want these problеms, real killas down to solve em

And whеn you get down on yo knees, pray lord lord please

I don't run her through the team, oh no I don't wanna hear you breathe

I put that on my fuckin Gs, if you wanna play with me

We catching bodies first degree, I keep a bad bitch on my team

She roll up my weed, that bitch is a feen

Yea she just in love with that dick, I'm just in love with the clip

She said she wanna fuck the clique so I go run her through the clique

[Hook]

I just touched down, in yo favorite city

I just rolled a pound, you know I'm getting litty

Got some buss downs, who wanna show they titties

When I touch down, I'm stacking up these benjis

Touch down, bitch you know I touched down

Copped a pound, bitch I roll up by the ounce

Buss down, shawty she a buss down

Don't play around, don't let me catch you in my town

[Verse 2]

I just poured a pint of codeine, broke rappers sipping 40s

In the kitchen cooking Rollies, never talking to no police

You say you got choppas then show me, cuz all I ever see is actin

You ain't really really strapping, no one out here really trapping

Fronting like they got the package, I got 200 strips of that acid

Pre-rolls in a baggie feeding yo bitch all these addies I don't fuck w xannies

I hit from the back and pull up her skirt

Got ya bitch whipping up work

Rip Tray get a shirt, I'm takin this shit to the dirt

Takin this shit to the hurst

Double cup it got me swervin, cops looking. through the curtains

If they try and come and search us, we gon have to get to purgin

That's for certain, feds see me blowing up so they lurking

They know when I touch a beat it's a murder

I'm used to whipping when I'm workin but now I'm workin with a purpose