Lyrics Touchdown - Cal Scruby

Touchdown

Hopping out the sprinter like a man down
All this little Babas that I can’t stand
I’m a good villain I’m a bad man
I’m a good villain I’m, yea
Get it then I spend it get it back that’s a rebate
Belt Remy FO by 100 I run the relay
Haven’t heard from Grizzly been calling for over three days
That’s a red flag somebody go round the replay
Mr Referee why you stressing me, huh
You don’t blow the whistle while they pressing me, huh
Ya’ll been getting greedy with the recipe, huh
Bitches getting needy why you texting me, huh
They see me and they creepin'
They shallow I go deep in
Thinks about the money rubs hands Michael Keaton
Sipping Beetlejuice in the theater room on the weekends
I take her out to eat and eat her out got me thinking
Do she just want a free meal
Show up for the refill
The proof is in the pudding and the devils in the details
And prolly in my bank account and somewhere in my emails
It got my mind spinning like a chevy with the spree wheels
I keep chopping and hopping the green goblin
Off the bean popping like burrows in east Compton
I’m stone cold Demi Lovato and Steve Austin
Empty out the pocket my blockers keep blocking
When I touch down I do my dance, ho
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho
Ain’t nobody trapping out the band though
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though
When I touch down I do my dance, ho
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho
Ain’t nobody trapping out the band though
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though
Nowadays nobody engages in conversation for nothing so tell me what you want
and I pretend I give a shit
Little shit I’m bothered by can turn your school of thought into a columbine
Study up or fall behind of father time
We even threw the street in the charger the Marty Schottenheimer
Blowing on some marijuana stronger than some carbon fiber
Shorty with me trying to jack me off until her arm get tired
That’so big you couldn’t see the car if it was parked behind her
(Where is your car dude?)
I’ll take you for a ride that’s a little tangent
You would think I’ll plant it, flip it and land it on a different planet
Yeah I need the space just a couple days to myself for my mental health not the
type to ask for help
Even when It’s necessary, I swear the easiest job would be my secretary
I’mma get that cherry red chariot that bloody Valentino like it’s February
Taking the top off I beat the secondary
When I touch down I do my dance, ho
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho
Ain’t nobody trapping out the band though
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though
When I touch down I do my dance, ho
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho
Ain’t nobody trapping out the band though
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though