Touchdown

Hook:

Scorin on them haters just like a touchdown
All my haters hate the fact that Im up now
Im still new to this I need to adjust now
All these record labels callin like whats up now

MK-47 Verse:

Bitch Im lookin to be the best
Tryna get diamonds VVS
Im up all night like CVS
She know where to go no GPS
Bitch Im tryna start a franchise
Fake people throwing up hand signs
They started listening its about damn time
Ima be stuck on you like a tan line
We in this bitch and we going fast
Ridin like Im bout to fuckin crash
In the back I got a fuckin stash
Might hop in the coupe and do the dash
Pass it to my bro Libra like Stevе Nash
Got a plug I dont need gas
They giving me some feedback
Thеy actin like they posted where the streets at
Alley oop like Im Kobe, bitch Im tryna tell my story
Spit fire bring more heat, these haters watching from the floor seats
Switchin lanes like Im Tory, tryna get some glory
Your music is too boring, this that shit they ignoring

Hook:

Scorin on them haters just like a touchdown
All my haters hate the fact that Im up now
Im still new to this I need to adjust now
All these record labels callin like whats up now

G-Libra Verse:

Ok knock knock, who's there? Its that nigga Libra
Posted in the whip, I be bumpin through the speakers
Never takin L's, yea you know Im undefeated
And Im grindin for this money nigga know I really need it
I just want to count up my cash, hop in my whip and Im doin the dash
Poppin the molly I spazz, smokin a blunt when I need to relax
I am in first you last, all of these lil niggas bout to be sad
And I dont really mean to brag, but Im going up and you know thats a fact
Scorin on you niggas like I made the touchdown
I want to count up the money my nigha I dont give a fuck how
I been trippin all day, I need to come down
Nigga you think you the hottest around my nigga you dumb clown