TOUCHDOWN (feat. Bankrol Hayden) Lyrics
Touchdown - YSB Tril/Bankrol Hayden
Lyrics by：Tae Riley/Hayden Inacio/Timothy Whitfield Kane/Justin Brown/DeMarcus Walker/Kevin Powers
Smoove made it
They think me and Steeze movin' keys man
Ayo Whit
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
Bankrol Hayden：
Ride around in that Lamborghini
College girls with no bikini
Rockstar like take it off
F**k a b***h 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
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' b***h could've hit it but I only want the brain
Bendin' over doin' Pilates you know shawty do her thing
Bankrol Hayden：
Eighteen I copped my first bustdown
It's obvious you hate me 'cause you from my hometown
B***h how you say you love me
You ain't never stayed down
Run it back like Derrick Henry get the pack and
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
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 b***h touch her toes around my crib she doin' yoga
We shootin' they don't shoot back we got range this ain't no Rover
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' n***as up but she know me I got the key
I won't never save a b***h 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
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