Songtexte TORCH - Joey Trap

Bae so, ayy, bae so
Iso, Iso, Iso
Plotna, Plotna, Plotna
Oh my god, Plotna

I so flashy, damn
Young Rich Squad king cashin' bands
He talk smoke, don't have no hands
First class flight, smoke Runtz when I land
Free my boys, been stuck in the can
Hate all the opps that hate on the kid
Think we ain't heard hate, but we did
He bitch made, he tastin' the clit
I'm racin' a bitch, still racin' the whip
Jakes and fed, fuck pigs and the cops
Spent 80 bands, my bitch in the drop
Now she a fan, don't listen but top
Spent 10 bands at Gucci to shop, like
I been to the top, I been sellin' rock
Your bitch is a thot, won't get caught with bricks out the pot
Feds takin' pictures, I picture the block
Picture me rollin' my Royce with a bag
I left the mall with a whole lotta tags
Bro got the ammo, a whole lotta mags
Don't gang bang, it's a whole lotta flags
Whole lotta bang got your hoe gettin' mad, your hoe gettin' mad
Your hoe in this Jag
Whole lotta bread got me off of the porch
Shit, now we outta the gutter
These niggas was hatin', now I'm in a Porsche
You broke motherfuckers is pussy, how you finna eat with no forks?
You can't even touch me or push me, my nigga, 'less you got some force
The AR, it came with a torch