100YD Dash - Grip

Yeah

100 yard dash

Uh, yeah

100 yard dash, got it on smash

Foot on the gas, I will not crash

They will not stop me

Ten-four, copy

Endzone, watch me celebrate, I’m cocky

I do my dance, jump in the stands

No man-to-man, Odell with the hands

Thought he could guard me, I ruin they plans

I do what I want, they do what they can

Got it on smash, foot on the gas

I will not crash, 100 yard dash

100 yard dash, 100 yard dash

100 yard dash, 100 yard dash, yeah

They can’t catch up cause they lacking the stamina

Way too advanced to be playing with amateurs

Dare and attack, when I tackle, I damage ya

They react and play it back on the camera

Hot boy, you should consider me flammable

Sure shot, I got all the intangibles

Need a leash, I’m a beast, I’m an animal

Eat the competition up like I’m Hannibal

Know the game like I wrote up the manual

I do weekly what you do on the annual

MVP, that decision unanimous

Big dawgs, I don’t think they could handle this

Battlefield, it’s just me and my warriors

Guarantee we emerging victorious

Years, it’s blood, sweat, and tears, it’s glorious

I remember when they all was ignoring us

100 yard dash, got it on smash

Foot on the gas, I will not crash

They will not stop me

Ten-four, copy

Endzone, watch me celebrate, I’m cocky

I do my dance, jump in the stands

No man-to-man, Odell with the hands

Thought he could guard me, I ruin they plans

I do what I want, they do what they can

Got it on smash, foot on the gas

I will not crash, 100 yard dash

100 yard dash, 100 yard dash

100 yard dash, 100 yard dash, yeah

They slept on the team, now they owe me (Give me that)

I need a ring and a trophy (Uh)

I say I’m the best 'cause I am

There’s no need in keeping it low-key (Uh-uh)

I can call for the D like the turkey (Call for it)

Or run straight through the D like a train (Bang)

This year we ain’t taking no losses (Uh-uh)

It’s all about making a gain (Gain)

I hear a lot of trash talk (Uh-uh)

He call himself making a name (What?)

I put on the jets, the coach’ll regret even letting him stay in the game

Team around took a tumble

Next time, be humble

I’m the lion in the jungle (Roar)

You just trying not to fumble (Woo)

Rumble, young man, rumble (Rumble)

Never slip nor stumble (Uh-uh)

I took off, poof, magic (Magic)

Now watch me juke through traffic (Tada)

Footwork fantastic (Uh)

Dominating every facet (Facet)

Treat the pocket like plastic (Crush)

Here comes the blitz, pass it

Got it on smash, foot on the gas

I will not crash, 100 yard dash

100 yard dash, 100 yard dash

100 yard dash, 100 yard dash