TORCH

(album: Playlist For The End Of The World (Deluxe) - 2020)

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Aight so, aight so, aight so
Platna, Platna, Platna
Yo' (Oh my God, Platna)

Ice so flashy, damn
Young Rich Squad keep cashing bands
He talk smoke, don't have no hands
First class flights, smoke runtz when I land
Free my boys, been stuck in the can
Hate all opps that hate on the kid
Think we ain't heard hate, but we did
He bitch made, he tasting the clip
I'm racing a bitch, still racing the whip
Jakes and feds, fuck pigs and the cops
Spent eighty bands, my bitch in a drop
Now she a fan, don't listen but top
Spend ten bands at Gucci the shop, like
I been to the top, I been selling rock
Yo' bitch is a thot
Won't get caught with bricks out the pot
Feds taking pics, I picture the block
Picture me rolling my Royce with a bag
I left the mall with a whole lot of tags
Bro got the ammo, I whole lot of mags
Doing gang bangs is a whole lot of flags
Whole lot of [?] got your ho' getting mad
Your ho' getting mad, your ho' in this jag
Pssh, a whole lot of brick out, yo' yo' yo'
A whole lot of brick got me off of the porch
Shit, now we out of the gutter
These niggas was hating, now I'm in a Porche
You broke motherfuckers is pussy, how you finna eat with no forks?
You can't even touch me or push me, lil' nigga, 'less you got some force
The AR it came with a torch