Kirk Cousins Woodboy Gee

[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