ToRtUrE lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, torture dis sh*t
I'ma torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
I'ma torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
I'ma torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
I'ma torture dis sh*t

[Verse 1]
Too busy talking my sh*t
I do not notice you b*tch
She hocus pocus my di*k (My di*k)
Now I cannot focus on sh*t
Roll over ho, do a trick
Call her Motorola 'cause that ho on a flip
Inhale that smoke through her lips
This ain't even 'bout dope, got a personal zip (That zip)
Shoot make you vertical flip
Get his torso tore open, some surgical sh*t (Graah)
Murder you and your whole clique in one clip (Baah)
All yo' kill cams gon' be in one clip
Passive aggressive as sh*t
It ain't passin' this way
Intercepting that sh*t
Ain't no expections for snitch
If he tattle tailing, he gon' get hollow tips
She write my name on her tits
I write your name on a bullet
I think I'm a bully, I'm pickin' and pullin'
His trigger got stuck, now that n*gga look foolish
Big bread b*tch, f*ck what you wondering
Choppa stuffin' now it sound like it stuttering
I put your head on a wall like I'm huntin' it
Call me Pangaea, I f*ck up the continents
[Chorus]
Torture dis sh*t
I'ma torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
I'ma torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
I'ma torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
Torture dis sh*t
I'ma torture dis sh*t

[Verse 2]
n*gga I'm aimin' it, aimin' it
Shots at his brains got him glitchin', ain't sayin' sh*t
Speak the f*ck up
I tweak the f*ck up
You get beat the f*ck up
We be quickly arranging it
No tomahawk, I wan' bang a b*tch
Her bra come off, I might not even stain the b*tch
Roll up a game and it's gang in it
Blow money fast 'cause I know I'm gon' gain again (Right)
Weather is on me for you and yo' homies
It's raining wherever you hanging it
Wrist on flick and it's dangling
Take it, you can't
Know that sh*t'd be dangerous
.45 clip, I'm acquaint with it
I think I'm M.J., come back and I'm bangin' it
One step and I shoot off your anklet
Kickback on slow when I blow gotta angle it
[Outro]
I dont want pus*y, just neck
I don't want nothin' but checks
f*ck you and f*ck your respect
You only mad 'cause I'm next
I don't want pus*y, just neck
I don't want nothin' but checks
f*ck you and f*ck your respect
You only mad 'cause I'm next