[Intro]

(Smoove made it)

(They think me and Steeze movin' keys, man)

(Ayo Whit)

[Chorus: YSB Tril]

Touchdown

Back up in the city, I just bought a bustdown

Gang be slidin' with me, that's until the sun down

Fell in love with hundreds, like to watch 'em rain down, uh

Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now

We been gettin' hi-i-i-igh

Baby, will you sli-i-i-ide?

She know she a di-i-i-ime

Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight

[Verse 1: Bankrol Hayden]

Ride around in that Lamborghini

College girls with no bikini

Rockstar, like, take it off

Fuck a bitch then I'm gone, Houdini

Came in in my Mike Amiris

SBs, they Ben & Jerry

Paintballs, like I was Barrie

Young, rich and I'm legеndary

[Verse 2: YSB Tril]

She want me to put her on a planе

Could've bought a brand new Range, instead I'm icin' out a chain

I swear yo' bitch could've hit it, but I only want the brain

Bendin' over, doin' Pilates, you know shawty do her thing

[Verse 3: Bankrol Hayden]

Eighteen, I copped my first bustdown

It's obvious you hate me 'cause you from my hometown

Bitch, how you say you love me? You ain't never stayed down

Run it back like Derrick Henry, get the pack and

[Chorus: YSB Tril, YSB Tril & Bankrol Hayden]

Touchdown

Back up in the city, I just bought a bustdown

Gang be slidin' with me, that's until the sun down

Fell in love with hundreds, like to watch 'em rain down, uh

Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now

We been gettin' hi-i-i-igh

Baby, will you sli-i-i-ide?

She know she a di-i-i-ime

Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight

[Verse 4: Bankrol Hayden]

We got green lasers on my Glock like I'm Yoda

Put a four inside my Sprite, she sippin' on a pink soda

Told a bad bitch touch her toes around my crib, she doin' yoga

We shootin', they don't shoot back, we got range, this ain't no Rover

[Verse 5: YSB Tril]

L-l-look up in the mirror, that's a star what I see

Oh, she a bop, she gon' let me get the top for the free

She been lockin' niggas up, but she know me, I got the key

I won't never save a bitch, just get her gone for the week

She want a youngin' from the South, bank account big amounts

Up in California getting booted off the loud

Boy your pockets in the drought (Uh), tell me what that 'bout?

She ain't never loved the kid, but now she face down

[Chorus: YSB Tril]

Touchdown

Back up in the city, I just bought a bustdown

Gang be slidin' with me, that's until the sun down

Fell in love with hundreds, like to watch 'em rain down, uh

Got up off the bench, I'm in the game now

We been gettin' hi-i-i-igh

Baby, will you sli-i-i-ide?

She know she a di-i-i-ime

Push up on me for the ni-i-i-i-i-ight