Torch - Karate Chop lyrics

rate me

Tax season, man

Everybody ballin’ so ain’t nobody safe

No AC on the way

Enemies, enemies

Most my niggas gang bangers

Pull up in that Panamera, living like Castellano

Bust a block down, watch …

Condo in Miami Beach, favorite model bitch in my Louis sheets

24 karat gold, Cuban link

Que tu quieres? Better get it from my Cuban link

Smoke a lot of sour, got a lot of hoes

Stove with my baby potty, I be cooking O’s

Place your order 24/7, around the clock

Keep a couple shooters if it hold 100 shots

Bitch I ball like the NFL, walk around with a scale

Might cup that new SL

Think I’m Rich Porter, bought 100, there’s a boy

G’d up, got that water at, we transporting

Wave for the camera, know the feds can’t caught it

Covered phones so we speak in code when we talking

Special mission, bitch we triple beaming

Pull up in that new beamer, living like Pistol Pete

Got your favorite stripper drippin’ on my Louis sheets

In the club, spilling candy on my Louis sneaks’

Bitches throw pussy at me, I don’t need to speak

Strike a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in that new ‘Rrari

Living like John Gotti

Topping bricks like karate

Took a bunch of codeine

Serve it to the y’all fiends

Blowing money, stay clean

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Bitch, it’s tax season

Everybody got a check to get

I need it

Specialyst ENT

Just know that man, it’s the kick off

It’s about to be a monumental year for the team

Shout out to the old staff

Lou, I see you, Wall Bucks don’t stop

Probe alone, agent check

Extra cheese, machete on the way

Know AC coming, US43 coming