Torch

Why you wan' switch up?

Yeah, Glock make him put his fists up (Karuma)

You ain't bout shit, ****, shut the shit up

This ain't Minecraft, but around here, bitch we dig up

I'm with your bitch, she a whore

Just bought some hollow-tips, give me more

Been a real **** since I was four

I was down bad in that grocery store

These **** can't tell me different

You can't apologize for that dissin'

That's how most **** go missing

Only pole on him is for the fishing

I'm only pourin' hi tech in this cup

And that **** say that he want beef then It's up

And that bitch hit my line, I told bitch to shut up

And the chopper is kickin, not talkin' World Cup

I'm sending shots when I'm in the south

Get hit with the hollow-tips, give him cotton mouth

I open my noggin, **** fuck you talkin' bout?

I feel like an athlete, the way I be runnin' round

Feel like the mailman, I been runnin' round town

He wanna run up, so I gun him down

**** pump fakin', so he nothing now

You is a good kid, why you cappin' now? (Ha!)

I don't make peace, ****, I'm not Gandhi

I got a wrap on me like I'm Hadji

I keep one piece like I'm Sanji

You is a fake ****, just a wannabe

I don't want love, **** that's beyond me

I'll have yo' ass walkin' like a zombie

You is a bitch boy, where yo mommy?

I don't want that bitch, but she want me

I keep a Tommy like the rugrats

I put holes in him like a thumbtack

Feel like a racist 'cause I hate **** and I hang **** wearin' all black

You don't even own a hat

Why the fuck is you gon' cap

I hate when they cap in they tracks

You ain't even bout all that

I feel like Ronald, 'cause I slide through with that Big Mac

Whatever you rappin' I did that

These **** be cap, I don't get that

Yeah, I said that these **** be cap

I keep me a torch to exterminate rats

I'm fuckin' that bitch and I blow out her back

I walk in that bitch and I fuck up a sack

And just like an athlete, I make him run track

The bullets gon' file a **** like .FLAC

Just like a dove, that **** gon' fly

Reach for the top, we gon' make you skydive

Hop out and shoot, I don't do the drive-by

We turn him red, ****, like a Shy Guy

They don't want beef, we serve 'em like Five Guys

I call you Kennedy, you finna die

Just like a baby, I make you cry

Just like a fish, I'll get you fried

Why you wan' switch up?

Yeah, Glock make him put his fists up

You ain't bout shit, ****, shut the shit up

This ain't Minecraft, but around here, bitch we dig up

I'm with your bitch, she a whore

Just bought some hollow-tips, give me more

Been a real **** since I was four

I was down bad in that grocery store