Got The Torch

FWC Big Key – Verse

Cash Gang Key

Gang said I got the torch, so I ain't finna wait
Pull up on the road, drop niggas off like Im Triple A
Real Stepper come to the party, Take a nigga cake
Bullets Hit his mans in the chest, I check the nigga mate
I opened him up, That’s what I do , bitch Im big key
Nike Check on, Bitch Amiris can't fit me
Made a song on my block, finna get his ass swiss cheesed
My face card hot, want him dead, Ill send Lee
Trynna diss on a status, we hit his face , then we book
Down here with The Mavericks they run thе plays that we ????
All us got Scattys to get away from the Hook
Shootin 4-5-6, he gotta pay If he push
Cash Gang run he city, we getting pape and we not dead
Call us corvettes, cuz we cold, and we drop heads
Montay and P, They make bond, bitch we locked in
When it come to the D, Mention key, Bitch Im the top man
My lil baby young in Miami Like she wit QC
Somehow my shooter keep scorin, The opps in 2-3
Scam God Make 20 off Phones and buy a new piece
Fuck runtz, we turnin opps to a new street
Getting money nigga fuck hoes, and I bust Glocks
The shirt bro wearin Offwhite, but the buffs not
He was the first to shoot in them songs who he gone bust nah
I can give lil bro a buck fifty to hit a bus stop
Got some blood and crip nigaas wit me, but my mans folks
Got dropped without a slug in his pocket, these niggas dead broke
Two sides when it come the beef, you be playin both
My nigas know you in real life, nigga the gram don’t