Shad Da God – Torch lyrics

[Intro]
Bankroll mafia right
Yeah, we really ridin' (?) to the grave, ya digg?
Free the motherfuckin' GOAT
Yeah Wheezy on the beat right
I'm just firing up a big ass backwood
All Money same color machine right, it blue

[Hook]
Fire the dope with the torch, light the lighter too
Ride around with that bankroll oh
Ride around with that rifle
Long as you be having money you ho keep your dick (?)
Fuck the pack up
I bought work with the (?)
God willing yo shit drinking
I'm like Master P and Baby, yeah yeah
Bankroll mafia the check, yeah yeah
We put money in your pockets, yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
I was throwing on the Maison Marigelas like they was some socks
I was putting on Chuck Taylors pulling up on the block
I was having with that bomb is yall niggas tryna' cop
We be beating like that 87 Chevy like yeah that box
I ain't tripping on none of these hoes
Cause they love me I'm they rock
Tell a nigga a thang they at that guap that at that guap
They at that pocket, they at that money
Ain't doin' nothing wrong you bout that money
You ain't doin' nothing wrong I’m bout that muddy too
I'm living comfortable I’m juuging like in Malibu
I'm juuging out the Malibu, Done flew to Malibu
Play around we draw the straps and fuck that camera too
I'm with the animals


[Hook]
Fire the dope with the torch,light the lighter too
Ride around with that bankroll oh
Ride around with that rifle
Long as you be having money you ho keep your dick (?
Fuck the pack up
I bought work with the (?)
God willing yo shit drinking
I'm like Master P and Baby, yeah yeah
Bankroll mafia the check, yeah yeah
We put money in your pockets, yeah yeah

[Verse 2]
Bankroll mafia shit we put money in yo pockets
Nah we gone put that dick thats in yo pocket
Bankroll mob thats how we rocking
We gone give yo ass a job you gone get yo ass some profit
Came straight up out that nat
These niggas already know whats crackin'
And I still be on the backstreets, I still be pulling up traffic
I'm sippin' red in the casket, it red
I'm pourin' up Fantas and I'm takin them to the head
I'm really pourin' out raw for all my niggas cause they dead
We gon' let a fuck nigga down like a fed
Pull up with a stupid AP on and that shit a spec
Pull up with a stupid bitch
Get to pullin' her head
Oh skrt skrt skrt
He gon' get hit in his leg
Fire his ass up for what he did and what he said
God


[Hook]
Fire the dope with the torch, light the lighter too
Ride around with that bankroll oh
Ride around with that rifle
Long as you be having money you ho keep your dick (?
Fuck the pack up
I bought work with the (?)
God willing yo shit drinking
I'm like Master P and Baby, yeah yeah
Bankroll mafia the check, yeah yeah
We put money in your pockets, yeah yeah