Hot
We can just run me from the top
Torch checkin in
I woke up
I'm in the trap
I want a lamb
I want a cat
I want a band
I want a rack
I want to blam
I want to blatt
I'm on the tron
I'm on the pat
I'm in the zone
I'm on the zap
I get em gone
I get em whacked
Nigga I'm home
Nigga I'm back
I swear to God that I'm true to this
None of this shit be new
I'm in the trap, running hunnits on hunnits
I'm running this shit to the roof
I took a xanny, it take me to Mars
And Molly to go to the moon
All of them diamonds be under the water
They bluer than a lagoon yeah
I'm in this bitch off Zaza Zooted
And actually I gotta zoom
I'm in the six with a bad bitch, matching fast whip, and it go vroom
Lil niggas saying it's smoke, light it
We make it hotter than June
I walk in this bitch, niggas know that it's Torch
I'm the hottest nigga in the room, yeah, uh, yeah
No I do not wanna box, yeah, uh, uh
Nigga I'm letting it rock, uh, yeah, uh
Talking that shit get you, yeah, yeah
That's how you get hit in the top, yeah
I woke up
I'm in the trap
I want a lamb
I want a cat
I want a band
I want a rack
I want to blam
I want to blatt
I'm on the tron
I'm on the pat
I'm in the zone
I'm on the zap
I get em gone
I get em whacked
I get em gone
I get em whacked
I might just spin by the Wawa
I need some woods
I need me some aqua
Young niggas smoke more weed than a Rasta
This ain't no midi bitch, we got the Zaza
They call me torch
But really he hotter than lava
Remember when I had a dream and a dollar
Remember when I put a beam on an opp
Now all I need is some weed and some grabba
Yeah, yeah
This is the way that a young nigga came up
I want the cake, don't wanna be famous
A lot of this rap shit don't even amaze us
I might just roll up a opp in a paper
Make a nigga meet his maker
We got purple, pints, ice, tris
I'm in the mud like a gator
You ain't the p til you fronted a p
Come get your bitch cause she fucking for free
Nigga I'm froze, I'm 20 degrees
But nigga I'm torch, 100 degrees
You want the bag, then run it to me
It's sad to you, it's funny to me
The cash is blue, it's under the sea
Nigga I'm hotter than summer 16, yeah, yeah
No I do not wanna box
No I do not
Yeah, nigga I'm letting it rock
I'm letting it, yeah
Talking that shit get you
Yeah, yeah, That's how you get hit in the top yeah
I woke up
I'm in the trap
I want a lamb
I want a cat
I want a band
I want a rack
I want to blam
I want to blatt
I'm on the tron
I'm on the pat
I'm in the zone
I'm on the zap
I get em gone
I get em whacked
I get em gone
I get em whacked
Torch checkin in
I woke up
I'm in the trap
I want a lamb
I want a cat
I want a band
I want a rack
I want to blam
I want to blatt
I'm on the tron
I'm on the pat
I'm in the zone
I'm on the zap
I get em gone
I get em whacked
Nigga I'm home
Nigga I'm back
I swear to God that I'm true to this
None of this shit be new
I'm in the trap, running hunnits on hunnits
I'm running this shit to the roof
I took a xanny, it take me to Mars
And Molly to go to the moon
All of them diamonds be under the water
They bluer than a lagoon yeah
I'm in this bitch off Zaza Zooted
And actually I gotta zoom
I'm in the six with a bad bitch, matching fast whip, and it go vroom
Lil niggas saying it's smoke, light it
We make it hotter than June
I walk in this bitch, niggas know that it's Torch
I'm the hottest nigga in the room, yeah, uh, yeah
No I do not wanna box, yeah, uh, uh
Nigga I'm letting it rock, uh, yeah, uh
Talking that shit get you, yeah, yeah
That's how you get hit in the top, yeah
I woke up
I'm in the trap
I want a lamb
I want a cat
I want a band
I want a rack
I want to blam
I want to blatt
I'm on the tron
I'm on the pat
I'm in the zone
I'm on the zap
I get em gone
I get em whacked
I get em gone
I get em whacked
I might just spin by the Wawa
I need some woods
I need me some aqua
Young niggas smoke more weed than a Rasta
This ain't no midi bitch, we got the Zaza
They call me torch
But really he hotter than lava
Remember when I had a dream and a dollar
Remember when I put a beam on an opp
Now all I need is some weed and some grabba
Yeah, yeah
This is the way that a young nigga came up
I want the cake, don't wanna be famous
A lot of this rap shit don't even amaze us
I might just roll up a opp in a paper
Make a nigga meet his maker
We got purple, pints, ice, tris
I'm in the mud like a gator
You ain't the p til you fronted a p
Come get your bitch cause she fucking for free
Nigga I'm froze, I'm 20 degrees
But nigga I'm torch, 100 degrees
You want the bag, then run it to me
It's sad to you, it's funny to me
The cash is blue, it's under the sea
Nigga I'm hotter than summer 16, yeah, yeah
No I do not wanna box
No I do not
Yeah, nigga I'm letting it rock
I'm letting it, yeah
Talking that shit get you
Yeah, yeah, That's how you get hit in the top yeah
I woke up
I'm in the trap
I want a lamb
I want a cat
I want a band
I want a rack
I want to blam
I want to blatt
I'm on the tron
I'm on the pat
I'm in the zone
I'm on the zap
I get em gone
I get em whacked
I get em gone
I get em whacked
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Writer(s): Nasier Brister
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