Torch

Hollon
You know we been lighting the torch
My brother he been running back cause he still in the field like it's last in the fourth
The Glock in this Louis v fanny cause that shit gon show through these double e shorts
I was born then jumped off of the porch
Shit get hot in the city it scorch
The car like a frog in the front baby trust me no this not Ya regular Porsche
Bro ain't Tryna be famous he just want some bread on his books cause he going up North
Shotty blast take Ya head from Ya body like they had some problems and got a divorce
When I up nigga stop all that talking I'll squeeze on the trigger and take it by force
Lost a lot had to go through the course
Ran it back now the car got a horse
Ain't believe that they got them so I went to spin in the stoley and shot up the morgue
Went to spin on his crib hallow tips in the clip then you had to stretch out the score
Should be sponsored by Glock cause I take this shit everywhere even the stage on the Tour

Don't care if you ebk only gang you gon jack is you the Doa
Ran it up I'm just fresh out the boa
Stack my chips like a bag of the Frito lay GTI BME I don't see no way
Got her son momma crying she'll be okay
He was tough didn't think he would see the day
Called his bluff and he folded I'm here stay

I'm that nigga not for the politics
Shotty hit em made his body flip
Uber busy this Choppa got a Lyft
Almost flew out my hands it gotta kick
Sold the last of the four but gotta six
I ran outta the Wock but gotta brick
His life flash in a moment got the flick
I was dumping for minutes got a click



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Writer(s): Justin Grant
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