Lyrics 100YD Dash - Grip

100YD Dash

Yeah
100 yard dash
Uh, yeah
100 yard dash, got it on smash
Foot on the gas, I will not crash
They will not stop me
Ten-four, copy
Endzone, watch me celebrate, I’m cocky
I do my dance, jump in the stands
No man-to-man, Odell with the hands
Thought he could guard me, I ruin they plans
I do what I want, they do what they can
Got it on smash, foot on the gas
I will not crash, 100 yard dash
100 yard dash, 100 yard dash
100 yard dash, 100 yard dash, yeah
They can’t catch up cause they lacking the stamina
Way too advanced to be playing with amateurs
Dare and attack, when I tackle, I damage ya
They react and play it back on the camera
Hot boy, you should consider me flammable
Sure shot, I got all the intangibles
Need a leash, I’m a beast, I’m an animal
Eat the competition up like I’m Hannibal
Know the game like I wrote up the manual
I do weekly what you do on the annual
MVP, that decision unanimous
Big dawgs, I don’t think they could handle this
Battlefield, it’s just me and my warriors
Guarantee we emerging victorious
Years, it’s blood, sweat, and tears, it’s glorious
I remember when they all was ignoring us
100 yard dash, got it on smash
Foot on the gas, I will not crash
They will not stop me
Ten-four, copy
Endzone, watch me celebrate, I’m cocky
I do my dance, jump in the stands
No man-to-man, Odell with the hands
Thought he could guard me, I ruin they plans
I do what I want, they do what they can
Got it on smash, foot on the gas
I will not crash, 100 yard dash
100 yard dash, 100 yard dash
100 yard dash, 100 yard dash, yeah
They slept on the team, now they owe me (Give me that)
I need a ring and a trophy (Uh)
I say I’m the best 'cause I am
There’s no need in keeping it low-key (Uh-uh)
I can call for the D like the turkey (Call for it)
Or run straight through the D like a train (Bang)
This year we ain’t taking no losses (Uh-uh)
It’s all about making a gain (Gain)
I hear a lot of trash talk (Uh-uh)
He call himself making a name (What?)
I put on the jets, the coach’ll regret even letting him stay in the game
Team around took a tumble
Next time, be humble
I’m the lion in the jungle (Roar)
You just trying not to fumble (Woo)
Rumble, young man, rumble (Rumble)
Never slip nor stumble (Uh-uh)
I took off, poof, magic (Magic)
Now watch me juke through traffic (Tada)
Footwork fantastic (Uh)
Dominating every facet (Facet)
Treat the pocket like plastic (Crush)
Here comes the blitz, pass it
Got it on smash, foot on the gas
I will not crash, 100 yard dash
100 yard dash, 100 yard dash
100 yard dash, 100 yard dash