Emmit Smith
 作词 : Offset/Takeoff/Quavo
 作曲 : Murda Beatz
 编曲 : Murda Beatz
50, 40, there he go...
30, down sideline, uh!
20, there he go!
Touchdown, touchdown!
Go! Go! Go!
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a ***** *****
I just touched down on a ***** *****
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a ***** *****
I just touched down on a ***** *****
Finessing the plug, I run with that sack and I make a touchdown
Ran up the money, hall of fame of finesse, ain't no Jim Brown
I know my momma she proud of me
Young rich *****, we the new trend now
Came a long way, from kicking the doors
Now people they pay me in PayPal
Want me to **** with you 'cause I came up *****?
My momma she told me she love me, go get money *****!
I came a long way
From trapping in trenches to rockin' the mic and I did it, we did it
My pockets on Pinky and I'm taking a pic
From flying from city to city
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a ***** *****
I just touched down on a ***** *****
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a ***** *****
I just touched down on a ***** *****
Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the Emmitt for *****s who envy
Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy
With double F's on me, no Fendi
My *****s ain't feelin' their *******
They put on their ski-masks, they leavin' no witness
My wrist it be spinnin' I'm doin' my fitness
Hall of fame trappin', young *****s I'm feedin'
My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells
I'm baking and dodging the camera
Young ***** running with the work, Earl Campbell
Trapping in bandos and shelters
Young Takeoff and I'm finna buy Delta
Pourin' that 2 plus 2 in my Fanta
Your pockets look like they got cancer
I just bought a brand new Mercedes from Haiti and set it on some Walter Paytons
My 'migo he asked me to front him a kilo, I threw it to him like I was Peyton
I told momma we gon' make it
Now I'm on trips to Macon
Making a trip to go get the *********
I-75 with the pocket rocket
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a ***** *****
I just touched down on a ***** *****
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a ***** *****
I just touched down on a ***** *****
Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew!
Glaw, bow!
That's a hundred rounds
Glaw, glaw!
***** lay it down (**** *****)
None of my plugs from America (nope), Africa (where?), Australia (where?)
Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers (glaw)
None of my *****s they scared of yah!
Hang a **** ***** like ornament (**** *****)
Broke ass ***** unfortunate (broke *****)
I keep the babies like orphanage babies
Go to the moon like astrologist
We not acceptin' apologies
Sellin' the **** to economies
Young rich ***** ridin' 'round in the Bentley
Throwin' money out the ceiling momma told me I'm ignant!
I'm two steps ahead of ya, never been regular
Hit a ***** with the anti**** and we burry him
Hop in the Jag', I'm droppin' the top back
Smoking on gas like a ***** got cataracts
Duck ass ***** I'm calling you Aflac
Alley oop dunking them bricks it's a Shaq attack
Only one bird can bring the whole corner back
Mike Offset Vick, throw it like a quarterback
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a ***** *****
I just touched down on a ***** *****
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a ***** *****
I just touched down on a ***** *****