Torch

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Look, kicks 25 hundred on the test pedal

Kilo on my neck hangin' chest level

Face twisted up but still spit it on the best level

Pussy niggas get you vest filled with TEC metal

Leave niggas chalked on the sidewalk

Look at me crazy get your eye hawked

I hear the sneak dissin' and the side talk

They saw about all the designer shit that I bought

You pussy niggas gotta do you homework

I know how to make the stove work

I laid niggas down for their own work

Had to show a couple niggas that my chrome work

Everyday around my way somebody fuckin' spray

That’s why banana clips are in the Russian K

Try to come up, you better find another way

I get to lettin' off this drum you gon fuckin' pay

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

I get to lettin off this drum you gon fuckin' pay

I get to lettin off this drum you gon fuckin' pay

I get to lettin off this drum you gon fuckin' pay

I get to lettin off this drum niggas

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

Niggas always play tough til the Glock cock back

And the niggas shot, bleed from his top

[?] on the tear, they wonderin' will it stop

Not at all, I’m the machine, assault rifle with the beam

Couple thousand for my shoes, dropped a thousand on my jeans

Dropped a thousand for my t-shirt, told you the flow was mean niggas

Free the homies [?] and [?]

Just walking down the time until they back up on the scene

I’m in the kitchen with a pie

A little bakin' soda and whip it til it rise

Take the fork and get the extra grams stickin' to the side

Might leave it for my cook because his wrist should get a prize

He should be rewarded for his effort

You niggas broke you can't afford to get the extras

Ridin' with the 40 in the Tesla

I’m only here to apply pressure to you fuck niggas

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

I get to lettin' off this drum you gon fuckin' pay

I get to lettin' off this drum you gon fuckin' pay

I get to lettin' off this drum you gon fuckin' pay

I get to lettin off this motherfuckin…Ah!