[Intro]

You in the mix for my boy, DJ Funk

Keep it movin', baby

Di-di-di-di—Digital product!

DJ Funk!

[Chorus]

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)

I'm goin' places, shawty

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)

I'm goin' places, shawty

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)

I'm goin' places, shawty

I just touched down

[Verse 1]

I just touched down in my city on chrome

Working wood wheel from a yella gettin' dome

Gators on my toes, love how I'm livin'

Aye, tell me what I'm doing if I ain't fuckin' pimpin'?

I had some major setbacks but I'm still grindin'

Haters love to see me down but I'm still shinin'

Rollin' paper real and it' trill gettin' dough

I got a little hustle plus I'm good with my flow

Push it to the mass when I spit it to a bitch

I tell her, "Get this money, have no love for a trick"

It's all about this swaggеr, you gotta be a beast

And can't no ho around my city 'scape my mouthpiеce

Somethin' like gold-diggin'—call me a Mack

I put 'em on the track and they bring it right back

[?] is my town, stretchin' out for miles

We about to groove out, my [ho?] professional

[Chorus]

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)

I'm goin' places, shawty

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)

I'm goin' places, shawty

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)

I'm goin' places, shawty

I just touched down

[Verse 2]

I just got paid, workin' on slab, while y'all was watchin'

Cartoons I was peepin' Shaft

I'm only 18 but I'm feared by the grown folk

Ain't that Bobby Brown, but my [rappin'?] shit is strong though

Put it in your face, every bar and every line

Gettin' cash like Rae—I'm a pimp in my mind

And a king in my grind, fuck you, think different

They call his ass "'Nique" 'cause my flow so gifted

Still holler "Greater, later" to my niggas locked up

All them OGs, that sold them fuckin' blocks up

[?] holler at a player

A hater best keep walkin' if it ain't about paper

I'm trill in my field, down like Four Flat

Tires on the cut-throat, SS, or a Cadillac

See, they might've slithered off the syrup I been sippin'

Came out my momma's womb breathin' life into this pimpin'

(DJ Funk)

[Chorus]

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)

I'm goin' places, shawty

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)

I'm goin' places, shawty

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)

I'm goin' places, shawty

I just touched down

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)

I'm goin' places, shawty

I just touched down—aye, what it is...