Artist: Yo Gotti Album: Touchdown (S) Song: Touchdown Typed by: AZ Lyrics Aye you know I'm cocaine crazy right? These niggas go White dis, white dat (Quit fucking with me, white everything) A lil bitch I fuck with talk bout she want white cat You know dis my city right? (Hoe you crazy) Pussy ass nigga I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong 210 on the dash, blue jean inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees when I come past Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart Streets Talkin Gotti been doing good Niggas wanna try em, couple niggas from the hood You know how that go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, truth be told wen I hustlin I aint fuck wit em Same nigga still owe me on a pack, think a nigga forgot becuz I'm rappin? nah... When I get off the road I shoot back to my town New whips, new watch, fuck with me, its goin down Own family hatin, niggas looking mad, guess it be little better if a nigga was doin bad But momma got a smile, brother still wild, I gotta get this money I just had another child They say I'm gettin fat, guess I'm eatin good 20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI Sometimes I think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime I gotta think ahead I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong 210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when I come past Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart My city rootin for me, the club owners mad Cause I wont come to kick it for under 25 bands And you taking it personal I'm just tryna feed my mans See you aint a real nigga so dats sumthin you wouldnt understand But if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans I would of been clicked on you bitches and doin a quarter off n da can But imma keep on grindin, keep on shinin cuss dats wut you cant stand Imma kill you bitches softly every time I ride pass What da fuck make you wanna beef wit me like you street as me Running round here talking down bitch you aint use to be wit me Bitch you aint use to tote heat wit me, bitch you aint use to eat wit me Bitch I was thuggin n ridgecrest yo funky ass was somewhere down da street Yo fuck ass aint no real g, tell me where dey do dat at Gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your set Motherfuckers do anything for a check, ok dats cool But dont fuck around and let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet On another note I'm da same nigga wit mo paper and mo bigger And whenever I'm in town bitch I'm rite here on shady vista My jewelry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistol Aint nan nigga gone take nuttn my lil niggaz a shake sumtn My lil niggas got mo paper, my lil niggas dont even rap, bitch Runnin round talk bout you got signed, bitch you still livin in da trap! I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong 210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when I come past Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart