Lyrics Zeb Powell - Tgottorch

Go Torch
Doing flips
Like Zeb
Carti buffs whole lotta red
No rush she got a man
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Still got a chance
She peeping the drip she fuck with the brand
I'm peeping her hips I fuck with the tan
I'm not tryna fuck I just wanna dance

Get up get active
Being yourself is a helluva tactic
Mr Krabs money all under the mattress
40 degrees in my brainiac jacket
Her shit is fat and she like when i smack it
Diamonds on diamonds they dance when i'm rapping
Chains wrist rings to match it
Same shit a ting to match it
Maybe
She all on my dick like
Hey T
I feel like I'm London
Yay me
We can get married have some babies
Don't want nun that I can't see
I need mine to be my only
Back in the game like Ivan Toney
I'm scoring again too tuff to hold me
I'm going again I need the 4 peat
Yellow sub on the wrist like the Beatles
I get lit then I soar like an eagle
Got my stripes like I signed with Adidas
I get hype I might buy an arena
She bad
She bad
Bad girl ima need me a diva
Show me sum baby be my teacher
Show me sum baby be my freaker

Doing flips
Like Zeb
Carti buffs whole lotta red
No rush she got a man
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Still got a chance
She peeping the drip she fuck with the brand
I'm peeping her hips I fuck with the tan
I'm not tryna fuck I just wanna dance