Torch Songtext
von Cuns

Fucking spraying, yeah
Let me see that light-up

Look, kicks 25 hundred on the test pedal (uh-huh)
Kilo on my neck hangin′ chest level
The face twisted up but still spit it on the best level (uh-huh)
Pussy niggas get you vest filled with TEC metal
Leave niggas chalked on the sidewalk
Look at me crazy, get your eye hawked
I hear the sneak dissin' and the side talk (I hear you out here)
They saw about all the designer shit that I bought (they mad)

You pussy niggas gotta do you homework (uh-huh)
I know how to make the stove work (I′m with you nigga)
I laid niggas down for their own work (where's that?)
Had to show a couple niggas, that my chrome work
Everyday around my way somebody fuckin' spray (uh-huh)
That′s why banana clips are in the Russian K
Try to come up, you better find another way (for real)
I get to lettin′ off this drum, you gon' fuckin′ pay (grrh)


Yeah
I get to letting off this drum, you gon' fucking pay
I get to letting off this drum, you gon′ fucking pay (that's some motherfuking)
I get to letting off this drum, you gon′ fucking pay
(Ayo, it's a rap thing, fuck niggas, that's my world)
I get to letting off this drum niggas

Niggas always play tough til the Glock cock back (uh-huh)
And the niggas shot, bleed from his top
Hot gobbing on the tear, they wondering will it stop
Not at all, I′m the machine, assault rifle with the beam
Couple thousand for my shoes, dropped a thousand on my jeans
Dropped a thousand for my t-shirt, told you the flow was mean niggas (woo-woo)
Free the homies Bear and then MC Kean
Just walking down the time, until they back up on the scene
(Free the real niggas)

I′m in the kitchen with a pie (ha)
A little bakin' soda and whip it until it rise
Take the fork and get the extra grams stickin′ to the side
Might leave it for my cook because his wrist should get a prize
(Put in on my nigga) yeah
He should be rewarded for his effort (that sure, nigga)
You niggas broke, you can't afford to get the extras
Ridin′ with the 40 in the Tesla
I'm only here to apply pressure to you fuck niggas (grrh-grrh)


I get to letting off this drum, you gon′ fucking pay (you know what it is)
(You know what the fuck it is)
I get to letting off this drum, you gon' fucking pay (you know exactly what the fuck it is, nigga)
Look, I get to letting off this drum, you gon' fucking pay (grrrh-grrh)
I get to letting off this motherfucking, ah (you know what it is, you know what it is)

You fuck nigga know what it is though, nigga
Uhh
I ain′t playing with you, fuck niggas