Lyrics:
weeks late'll make you pretty damn scared
Then you called me up sayin', "Baby, we're in the clear"
Before a 50-yard-line blanket, six pack of beer
Showtime (Showtime)
Meaning Go time (Go time)
Just a couple of yards to the goal line (Go go)
Showtime (Showtime)
Meaning Go time (Go time)
Just
who's someone in my school, they want to suck my dick or sleep with me
I get big props, and high fives
For them quarter back sneaks from the 30 yard
I want is a good time
By getting in the 50 yard line and bump and grind
We can get our grub on but I ain't spendin' a dime
Except for (..?..)
yard line
We're going on overtime
Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Baby take leaving
whole statement I just made, what yard line we on?
Our own 5 and our timeouts are gone
Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball (ball)
Ima serve the plug a whole yard
Sniff a line of coke I'm a Coca now
Got rackades on me I'm a Monster now
Rollie on you fake you Folding now
Trap
on a Friday night after the game
Back in the day
Heads and tails on a 50 yard line
Puttin' buck shot holes on a county road sign
Yeah, I fell in love
I done took too many hits to end the fight now
80 yard line with no time outs
I can see the end zone, I can hear the crowd loud
Welcome
At the 50 yard line, I saw her feet
She was under the bleachers, waiting for me
No, I never get high, but I'm smoking her weed
She been giving
who's someone in my school, they want to suck my dick or sleep with me
I get big props, and high fives
For them quarter back sneaks from the 30 yard
shit
Runnin the block like a runnin back duckin from d's
Get knocked on the fifty yard line with hard time
Side lines flooded with drops, cops is
defenseless
And we lash out hard With A vengeance
Hit the hatch Mark And I'm running free
Fifty yard line and I'm Breathless
My weapon is force it's my time
she'd work late and he'd hide cigarettes
They're still high school sweethearts, just without the good parts
That fifteen yard line grass was green
fat we might go skinny dipping/
On the one yard line I’m Marshawn/ On the three point line I’m Steph/ Euro step fuck the ref/ Niggas wasn’t playing me
He is a trucker
Burning the highway
His heart is strong as stone
Counting them yard lines
Passing the hard time
Riding that black top home
CHORUS:
go ahead kick yours and hope I don't kick mine
A 50 yard line against the wind through the uprights
While you just choke and can't win 'cause you
Wait till' homecoming, rob some niggas for some furniture (ah)
Fifty-yard line max small with the muggler
Ski mask hell would look short put it
bed time
Running and running I run to the red zone
20 yard line and I gun to the end zone
Baby by Madden she in the low end
Yeah I’m from uptown I’m
on the 50-yard line
Boy, you know I
I wanna take you home
And I ain't talkin' about a two mile ride back to my place
Oh, this ain't the same old song about
on the sideline
We get yards by the yard line
I'm here for one thing and I'm taking what's been mine
I run with the mob ties
Run with the mob ties
Keeping it top
at every yard line
Never again will I second guess
Never again will I believe I’m second best
Only compete against myself at this contest
I can be brash but
now I'm bout to get mine
Eight stacks for selling crack its a goldmine
I used a razor blade to cut the fifty yard line
And thru the uprights baby its
the right ground
Your feet weren't meant for that fifty yard line
You're running out of plays and running out of time
To make her more than your homecoming
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