TORCH lyrics

[Intro]
Baso, ayy Baso (Cut that sh*t up, Baso)
Aight so, aight so, aight so
Platna, Platna, Platinum
Yo' (Oh my God, Platna)

[Verse]
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 b*tch made, he tastin' the clip
I'm racin' a b*tch, still racin' the whip
Jakes and feds, f*ck pigs and the cops
Spent eighty bands, my b*tch 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' b*tch is a thot
Won't get caught with bricks out the pot
Feds takin' pictures, 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 bank 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 bread got me off of the porch
sh*t, now we out of the gutter
These n*ggas was hatin', now I'm in a Porche
You broke motherf*ckers is pus*y, how you finna eat with no forks?
You can't even touch me or push me, lil' n*gga, 'less you got some force
The AR it came with a torch