word around town, I'm the man, nigga Break that bitch down to the grams, nigga Sixteen O's in a pound nigga Quarterback draw, touchdown, nigga
[Hook] Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga Next day air, no ground, nigga
[Verse 1] Took a loss, had a nigga on slim fast Now I'm moving weight, like gym class Broke her down, every bag, like Sinbad How I get this bread, mind your business Set it on sight and I go half price Dough got my bread, on your head, no lights Wrap it up good, no smell, that's right Cut the box open, no Jordan, that's flight Shit look good, so I'm stacking numbers Next morning, another tracking number Looking for a bad bitch I can bust down Tricking off, field go, I need a touchdown
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[Verse 2] Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting Send the shit over, tryna see bread And if I say how I said it, Imma see face Ain't tryna get myself cold, nigga When I throw the passes, it's colt, nigga Met a bitch at the club, I'm tryna see her She could be my new wide receiver No photo, we don't play text No smell, wrapped up, like safe sex Fast life, no slow down, nigga Move weight, like my car broke down, nigga No rare thing good, no doubt Long as niggas don't run the wrong routes
[Pre-Hook + Hook x2]
[Outro] Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting