Jon Jacob - Touchdown Flow Lyrics

This shit sound like a touchdown
Know a couple street niggas that'll bust rounds
Genuine and unapologetic you don't like me
I don't give a f*ck now
Got the coupe now a nigga need a bust down
Get a little love bitches wanna cuff now
Wanna show me love peep a nigga profile
Niggas tryna copy get your own style
I should repent for the way that I slaughter tracks (On god)
808's cause heart attacks
Flip a pack just like a quarterback
I remember coppin' quarter sacks
Nowadays cop the whole pie
Eight slices do the math
Take 16 multiply that
F*ck looking back drop the clutch dip fast (Gone)
Wouldn't expect you to understand
Motivated formulating plans
Tryna go and cop my momma land
Why the f*ck you think I'm going ham
Go berserk bitch I kill shit
Flip the kill switch
F*ck your feelings
Should of been on with my niggas
We been hot since the beginning
Any style I deliver
Bet on me I guarantee you gettin' richer
Wasn't born into a pretty picture shit was painted different
Made money the mission
Refused to listen
Hard head learned the hard way
Need my name in lights like broadway
Kush and Stoli for the crossfade
Blowing good smoke broad day
The cologne on me that's natural
Don't be acting weird around me
You speak on my name I have to holler at ya
Something sticky in a raw got me gone
I'm a real rotten apple
You the type to go tattle
Pop shit then lose battle
Jon Jacob hear it know it's official
On top never caught in the middle
Know they plottin' throwing shade cause I'm winning
Pay no mind put in time now I'm living
Shit is simple don't forget it
Leave opposition beheaded
Draw the curtains roll the credits
If I don't know you it's best for you to keep it stepping
Keep moving from my direction
Bitch
Jon Jacob hear it know it's official
On top never caught in the middle
Know they plottin' throwing shade cause I'm winning
Pay no mind put in time now I'm living
Bitch