Kirk Cousins

Lyrics

[Intro] (Cassius Clay) (Damn, Duke, this shit wavy) Yeah [Verse 1] Las Vegas strip Countin' up all this cash, I spent a bag on the Las Vegas strip Ridin' 'round in this Lam', I just might crash on the Las Vegas strip Two Glocks in the bag, I keep a mag on the Las Vegas strip Bitch ain't got no dad, she sellin' ass on the Las Vegas strip Hey, I just brought two sticks in the party, I might take a pic Bubba Kush with Runtz, I'm smokin' Smarties, that's my medicine Wearin' a shiesty mask like he get down, but he won't hit a lick I call up lil' bro, he fight them dogs just like he Michael Vick Get 'em gone, crack rocks in my traphouse just like '88 Let it dry, you can't rush the process, use a paper plate Break the scale when you whip it up, just hope it make the weight In the hood, plus I keep my pistol, it don't got the safe Two knocks on that door, you know the passcode in Section 8 Real nigga, five percent on Sunday in that collection plate Made a half a ticket in Tallahassee just like Teddy Pain Game day, palm this bitch like MJ, then I let it rain [Chorus] Go, go, go, touchdown Go, go, go, touchdown Go, go, go, touchdown Go, go, go, touchdown [Verse 2] We pull up with dirty birds, leanin' like promethazine Traphouse, I got thirty birds, shit jump like a trampoline I see you scratchin', say your neck be itchin', just can't fight the feelin' I can fight my sleep, but it's for sure that I can't fight the kitchen Finna go see the dentist, menace just like Dennis Stiff a bitch like Emmitt, meet your maker if you skimmin' I go with the cash flow, she go where that bag go Pop shit with the bad bitches, I can't fuck no sad hoes Revenge porn, fuck her friend, I can't fuck with mad hoes No AC in my attic, I just use that shit to stash 'bows Pussy loose, I ain't her first, I fingerfuck her asshole Daddy issues, he wasn't there, he suckin' on that glass bowl [Chorus] Go, go, go, touchdown Go, go, go, touchdown Go, go, go, touchdown Go, go, nigga, touchdown [Outro] Hoo, hoo, hoo Yeah, I did Yeah