Torch 4L - Lit (feat. Eboog) Lyrics

.. They just can't f*ck with me

Pushin' the Lincoln
I'm drivin' in luxury
Got a bad bitch in the front and she suckin' me
Know that these niggas be hatin, can't f*ck with me
I'm on the couch in the trap with a couple Gs, yeah, yeah
Pussy, stop talkin' that shit, you ain't touchin' me
Know if it's up, you know that it's stuck with me
Better stop playin, this shit could get ugly, yeah, yeah

I got a foreign inside of a foreign
She give me that brain
She give me that Norbit
All in her mouth like I was Orbit, yeah
Stashin' these feelings, I feel like a hoarder
Skippin' these states, crossin' your border
I bagged a baddie and took her to Florida, yeah, uh
Jump in that pussy, that shit like some water
Goin' for rounds, we in the fourth quarter
I got some cake, I want some more
Big bling, nice clothes
Bad bitches, bankrolls
Season change, change hoes
You know how the game goes
Play a hater, oh, no
In a single lane road
Ain't no stealing my flow, no

Torch, yeah, uh
Nigga, I feel it, uh, yeah
That nigga up to the ceiling, uh, yeah

Uh, yeah, Torch
Nigga, I feel it, uh
I popped a pill, yeah
I want a chill
But I need a million
Yeah House on a hill
Bad little bitch in some heels
Smokin' on banana peels
Ew

Let me just keep it for real
You know I keep it a stack
Any nigga say my name
Nigga, we gettin' them whacked
While I'm in the back of the back
Crackin' a seal on the alc
I get a feelin' from cash
And countin' up rack after rack, yeah

I just be runnin' my green up
Bad little bitch like Selena
I f*ck her, then I never seen her
So she cannot act like I need her

I'm pourin' drink by the liter
It make me talk to my demons
I gotta walk with my heater
It feel like I walk with the reaper

Torch, nigga I feel it
It got me up to the ceiling uh, yeah

I think I feel it
It got me up to the ceiling yeah Torch