Torch

Lyrics

[Chorus: BoofPaxkMooky] Woah, yeah I love them demons you know it I pull out the choppa', I aim it and blow Somebody pick him up off the mofuckin' floor I do got that pack if you wanna' explore They firing on me like I sit out on the porch I run for that check but I bet you won't score This money on go, pockets they look swole You never see my hoe, I know cause' she foreign I beat out her back and I hop in the Porsche Number(N)ine on my feet cause' I'm bored You can die on the block cause' it's war Demon on me, I don't know what's the source I cut a nigga off like I got me a sword Aye, I make the block hot like a torch [Verse 1: BoofPaxkMooky] Uh, yeah Make the block hot like a torch I run with that sack and I went to the floor I'm through with yo' bitch cause' that hoe got me bored Follow me hoe, I can lead you to more Push out the Phantom, I hop out the horse You cannot fuck with me, you're a dork I spend a lil' money, go get me some more You walk in the trap but don't close that door You pick a side, either or I know what you did boy, it wasn't important We somewhere you can't go I'm rollin' this wood when I'm smokin' this dope I ran outta' woods had to go to the store Everyday gotta' stick up my cup I wear my own water like nigga was boat [Chorus: BoofPaxkMooky] Uh, uh, uh Yeah I love them demons you know it I pull out the choppa', I aim it and blow Somebody pick him up off the mofuckin' floor I do got that pack if you wanna' explore They firing on me like I sit out on the porch I run for that check but I bet you won't score This money on go, pockets they look swole You never see my hoe, I know cause' she foreign I beat out her back and I hop in the Porsche Number(N)ine on my feet cause' I'm bored You can die on the block cause' it's war Demon on me, I don't know what's the source I cut a nigga off like I got me a sword Aye, I make the block hot like a torch [Verse 2: 1600J] Mmm Hit your bitch from the back she gon' leave here sore We slide in that sprinter, you goin' on tour I run to that bag, I might kick in your door I walk in my crib and see racks on the floor .40 on me, I don't know what you thought Bags on me and they Christian Dior You tweakin' real hard, we gon' pull up and blow it Glock on me and I don't needa' show it Number(N)ine, you can't really afford it I'm servin' that Wheaty your bitch wanna' snort it I really was ballin' just like college sports [Chorus: BoofPaxkMooky] Uh, yeah I love them demons you know it I pull out the choppa', I aim it and blow Somebody pick him up off the mofuckin' floor I do got that pack if you wanna' explore They firing on me, like I sit out on the porch I run for that check but I bet you won't score This money on go, pockets they look swole You never see my hoe, I know cause' she foreign I beat out her back and I hop in the Porsche Number(N)ine on my feet cause' I'm bored You can die on the block cause' it's war Demon on me, I don't know what's the source I cut a nigga off like I got me a sword Aye, I make the block hot like a torch [Outro: BoofPaxkMooky] What Yeah What