TORCH - Joey Trap

Aight so, aight so, aight so

Platna, Platna, Platna

Yo' (Oh my God, Platna)

Ice so flashy, damn

Young Rich Squad keep cashin' 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 tastin' the clip

I’m racin' a bitch, still racin' 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 sellin' rock

Yo' bitch is a thot

Won’t get caught with bricks out the pot

Feds takin' pics, I picture the block

Picture me rollin' my Royce with a bag

I left the mall with a whole lot of tags

Bro got the ammo, I whole lot of mags

Doin' 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 hatin', 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