[Intro: Quavo]
50, 40, there he go...
30, down sideline, uh!
20, there he go!
Touchdown, touchdown!
Go! Go! Go!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
I just touched down on a pussy n***a

[Verse 1: Quavo]
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 n***a, we the new trend now
Came a long way, from kicking the doors
Now people they pay me in PayPal
Want me to fuck with you 'cause I came up n***a?
My momma she told me she love me, go get money n***a!
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
[Chorus: Quavo]
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
I just touched down on a pussy n***a

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the Emmitt for n***as who envy
Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy
With double F's on me, no Fendi
My n***as ain't feelin' their bitches
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 n***as I'm feedin'
My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells
I'm baking and dodging the camera
Young n***a 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 narcotics
I-75 with the pocket rocket
[Chorus: Quavo]
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
I just touched down on a pussy n***a

[Verse 3: Offset]
Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew!
Glaw, bow!
That's a hundred rounds
Glaw, glaw!
N***a lay it down (fuck n***a)
None of my plugs from America (nope), Africa (where?), Australia (where?)
Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers (glaw)
None of my n***as they scared of yah!
Hang a fuck n***a like ornament (fuck n***a)
Broke ass n***a unfortunate (broke n***a)
I keep the babies like orphanage babies
Go to the moon like astrologist
We not acceptin' apologies
Sellin' the dope to economies
Young rich n***a 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 n***a with the antidope and we burry him
Hop in the Jag', I'm droppin' the top back
Smoking on gas like a n***a got cataracts
Duck ass n***a 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
[Chorus: Quavo]
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy n***a
I just touched down on a pussy n***a