[Intro: Quavo] 50, 40, there he go 30, 20, there he go Touchdown! Go! Go! Go!
[Hook: Quavo] Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a pussy nigga I just touched down on a pussy nigga Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith I just touched down on a pussy nigga I just touched down on a pussy nigga
[Verse 1: Quavo] Finessing the plug I run with that sack and I make a touchdown Ran on the money, hall of fame of finesse, ain't no Jim Brown I know my momma she proud of me Young rich nigga, we the new trend now Came a long way, from kicking the doors Now people they pay me in Paypal Want me to fuck with you cause I came up nigga? My-my-my momma she told me she love me Go get money nigga! I came a long way, from chopping the trenches to rocking the mic and I did it, we did it My pockets on Pinky and I'm taking a pic From flying from city to city
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[Verse 2: Takeoff] Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the aiming for niggas who envy Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy With double F's on me, no Fendi My niggas ain't feelin' their bitches They put on the ski mask, they leavin' no witness My wrist just be spinnin' I'm doin' my fitness Hall of fame trappin', young niggas I'm feedin' My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells I'm baking a dozen on camera Young niggas running with the work, Earl Campbell Trapping in bandos and shelters Young Takeoff and I'm finna buy Delta Can fit 2 plus 2 in my Phantom Your pockets look like they got cancer I just bought a brand new Mercedes from Haiti and set it on some Walter Paytons My 'migo he asked me to front him a kilo I threw it to him like I'm Peyton I told momma we gon' make it Now I'm on trips to make [?] I set the fire with this pocket, rocket
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[Verse 3: Offset] Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown That's a hundred rounds, nigga laid down None of my plugs from America, Africa, Australia Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers, none of my niggas they scared of yah! Hang a fuck nigga like ornament nigga, broke ass nigga unfortunate nigga I keep the babies like orphanage babies! Go to the moon like astrologist We not acceptin' apologies, sellin' the dope to economist Young rich nigga ridin' 'round in the Bentley Throwin' money on the ceiling momma told me I'm ignant! Two steps ahead of ya, never been regular Hit a nigga with the antedote and we burry him Hop in the Jag', I'm droppin' the top back Smoking on gas like a nigga got cataracts Duck ass nigga I'm calling you Aflac Alley oop dunking them bricks it’s a Shaq attack Only one bird can bring the whole corner back Like Offset been throwin' like a quarterback
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