Tgottorch - Bombshell

These niggas fake to ya face I'm talking to mannequins
You try to reach for my chain I do you like Annikin
I put my foot in the door just to get my hand in it
They call me "T" got a Torch I stay with that canister
Walking on this shit take it back I really just ran in here
Always leave the spot with it on me I'm never panicking
If he send 'em first I return with shipping and handling
Throw a bullet right at his numbers like Peyton manning nem
Always keep my brothers around me I won't abandon 'em
Got a couple niggas that's punching like Jarad Cannonier
Diamonds on me sitchy I'm dripping like I'm a mariner
Walk up in the club and it stop cus they know the man in here
Then I light up the room my diamonds a chandelier
I'm not tryna brag I'm just saying so I can make it clear
Really got more motion than ocean liners at navy pier
Always looking forward I rarely ever look in the rear
And ima keep going
I aint never slowing
I say this shit because I mean it Ima keep it flowing
Was feeling stuck but now I'm back I'm reaping what I'm sowing
I'm taking off and I'm catching air like I'm in a Boeing
Not finished stacking up
Who the fuck is passing us
I just went expanded the phantom it aint no lapping up
Putting on my gang like I'm santa but I aint wrapping nun
When I put this ring on her finger it aint no strapping nun
Turbo charge my steamer when I'm finished aint no catching us
April shot a video in Gina now she resting up
Oh yeah
Catching all the plays to make it rich I feel like Odell
I just throw that coin up in the air and I say oh well
Torchy kinda hot up in the seat im screaming oh hell
Devil want me bad but we gon see if he gon go there
No not all
He can't reach me he gon fall
Tryna tell me knock it off
Wait too late I'm tryna ball

Written by:
Terrance Hawkins

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