Touchdown

[Intro: QuisActive]
(This a Anti beat)
Uh, uh

[Chorus: QuisActive]
Yeah, see I got a hell of a hustle
Pack touched down and it came off the muscle
Glock gen-5 with the scope I'll bust you
Gun in my dip, so why would I tussle?
I throw a O to my younging like Russell
Trap out the window ma' know that I hustle
Play with my mother than I gotta bust you
Hollow tips hurt, they burn when they touch you
Won't buy her no shoes, I'm only tryna fuck
Chase a opp with the Drac' now he singing like Usher
Ski on my face I'ma spin like a Russian
Shot out the party them young niggas ducking
We spinning the opps it ain't nothing for discussion
Hop out the back of the free car then touch him
Oh they internet gangsters they not on nothing

[Verse 1: QuisActive]
Tall you spinning with [?]
Put them bands on his hеad then I'm going out to whack him
Think that I'm loafing I come out the jackеt
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Take a QP break it down like a fraction
Them niggas ain't outside niggas be capping
30k on my tape did it from rapping
And hit up my [?], whenever that pack in
Shots to his mouth
Glock two switches, legs and extensions
Slide on the opps I ain't missing
Glock 21 with the KRISS Vec clip
You don't got that bag I'm a no-show
I hit [?] like [?]
Cause a reaction
Sit on his house like [?]

[Verse 2: Baby Jamo]
Lift up the cutter he tripping and falling
I hop out the car ain't doing no stalling
Hitting that fully K niggas was hauling
All black [?] and he knew it was Tall
Off the meds the Drac' in the dip
I gotta be cautious the Feds on dick
I'm on the box so I'm not in the mix
Take off my box and I'm taking a risk
I'm catching them bags for the low won't sell 'em for seventeen
Come tap in and see what the hype be
Bitch [?]
Niggas be shooting and bricking and hitting the innocent niggas are killing me
Niggas ain't real tryna kill me (Nah)
You niggas could've been got with me (Cap-ass niggas)
Yeah you niggas in trouble, uh
Glock just lift up that cutter
Got me a switch and it stutter, uh
Yeah I'm the man it's no other
Yeah I just hopped in that fast shit
She told [?]
Swerving through lanes and [?] out cars and bet I won't even crash shit (Nah)

[Chorus: QuisActive]
Yeah, see I got a hell of a hustle
Pack touched down and it came off the muscle
Glock gen-5 with the scope I'll bust you
Gun in my dip, so why would I tussle?
I throw a O to my younging like Russell
Trap out the window ma' know that I hustle
Play with my mother than I gotta bust you
Hollow tips hurt, they burn when they touch you
Won't buy her no shoes, I'm only tryna fuck
Chase a opp with the Drac' now he singing like Usher
Ski on my face I'ma spin like a Russian
Shot out the party them young niggas ducking
We spinning the opps it ain't nothing for discussion
Hop out the back of the free car then touch him
Oh they internet gangsters they not on nothing

[Outro: QuisActive]
Not on nothing