Torch

[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]
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Yeah
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