TouchDown

[Intro: Nay Benz]
Like, ah
(D-D-D-Doro the chief)
Free Izzy, free Rico (It's Jieken, by the way, haha)
Free Nas, free all my members, nigga, free EBK
Grrah, grrah (Damn, Brxy, you made this?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (83rd, 83rd)
83rd, no L'zzz (Kal G gang)
Grrah, grrah (Smelly gang with me, Nazzy gang)
Come here, don't run (Yeah, we locked in)
Grrah, grrah (Like, ah)

[Verse 1: Nay Benz & Kay Glizz]
Push up on these niggas walkin' (Push up on these niggas walkin')
Why he grillin' me down when I'm crossin'? (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Back out, this nigga horsin' (On bro)
Double hand on the G when I'm tossin' (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Bendin' all day, I'm exhausted
Ballin' like Tatum on Boston (Grrah, grrah)
If he try to fight, I'ma off him
Last nigga played, ended up in a coffin (Grrah, grrah, boom)
On the 8, we gon' post on they playground (On bro)
On the Well tryna flock in that play round (On bro)
On the T's and I'm lookin' for Kay Hound
Fourteen, had the knock in my Sprayground (Grrah)
Fee tryna go for the touchdown
It's the deads, I been spinnin' through uptown
That's your bitch on my dick tryna fuck now
Lean in my system, I can't put this cup down (Grrah, grrah)
When I hit it, I'm holdin' her face down
I'm not comin' to play, I'ma chase down (Grrah, grrah)
G2 make him pick up the pace now
Mans dead, so I see why they hate now (Like)
Niggas know how I get, I'm on bad time (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Better stay with your G 'cause I got mine
I don't know why the opps on my hotline
Smokin' on ****, he got left by the stop sign (****)
We on that main block, brodie keep purgin' (Grrah)
We on that Wayne block, why they keep swervin'? (Grrah, grrah, boom)
We on that Caine block (Troopers), they movin' nervous
I'ma just keep it a buck, niggas hurtin' (Grrah, grrah, Troopers)
Grizz time, hop out, I'm with the T up (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, troop)
Cop me a Perc', then I pull, then I re-up (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Fuck with the opps, she a thot, I can’t keep her
Oh, she the line? Tryna line me a Sweeper (Look, grrah)

[Verse 2: Kay Glizz & Nay Benz]
Walk down slow, you could call us the creepers
On that back block, G on, my ski up
Knock 'em out the park, we call that Derek Jeter (Glaow)
He tried to push up and he met this heater (On bro)
I got stripes on me, no Adidas (Grrah)
We get muddy, sip Act' by the liter (Grrah, grrah, muddy)
Jump out, flick, get back in the Bimmer
Savage, why the fuck these niggas got me geeked up?
We gon' pick up the pace now (Grrah)
Back shot, left the dummy face down (On bro)
But no Diddy, the bitches, we take down
Smokin' Ray Take, we forever throw rakes down (Ray Pizz)
Tell 'em free all my Troops out the cage now
The three tools tryna take the whole gang out (Ooter, hold out)
I can't crash 'cause we gettin' paid now
Slide or provide, better get down or lay down
Now we on that Blake block tryna catch factors
Hollow tips flyin', they keep runnin' faster (98K)
Catch 'em, tryna send one to the pastor (Darnell)
They keep on loafin', they play for the lackers (Ray Pizz)
Dubai, he went too fast, and he macked it (Dubai)
Four fifth shells to make a nigga backflip (Grrah)
Whenever they push up (Grrah), it's always reaction
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Got the G on my waist, can't get near me (On bro)
Flick in fashion, drill in Amiri (Grrah, comin'?)
The .40 was so loud, bro couldn't hear me (What the fuck?)
Every scene we got, we left it scary (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
They cannot compete, so do not compare me (On bro)
You push up, results may vary
I'm one of them ones, they ain't seein' it clearly (The fuck?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom (83rd)

[Verse 3: Nay Benz]
It's like three niggas dead, how they hoopin'? (How they hoopin'?)
Caught a hit with the V, now I'm troopin' (Now I'm troopin')
Every scene I was on, I was boomin'
Prince got clapped, they ain't spin, they was coolin' (What the fuck?)
Always comin' outside when they need me
Bet his energy change when he see me
Get booked and it's back to the free me
Calvin was lackin', got hit in his figi (Grrah, grrah, boom)
On the 8, we gon' take the whole team out (8ohK)
Niggas know when I post up on [T-Bell?] (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Park up on his block, make him reroute (Don't run, don't run)
Bullets gon' rip through his skin, make him bleed out
I start buggin', he jackin' he G6 (Grrah, grrah)
I get mad at the bros, I'ma leave shit (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Every day, niggas die, we increase shit
Beam on a G, turn a opp into pieces (Grrah, grrah, boom)

[Outro: Nay Benz]
Dickhead (It's that Mdotty, nigga)
83rd, creepers, huh, Troopers
83rd, no L'zzz (D-D-D-Doro the chief)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (It's Jieken, by the way, haha)
(Yeah, we locked in)