Cigar & A Torch
Lyrics
I can get it bumping, get it real loud
Talk that shit until that mother fucking heater out
Gasoline in the mother fucking house
Cigar and a torch you know we gon' burn it down
I can get it bumping, get it real loud
Talk that shit until that mother fucking heater out
Gasoline in the mother fucking house
Cigar and a torch you know we gon' burn it down
I'ma be real for a moment
Y'all thought I was fake
But in the heat of the moment
You the one who done flaked
When the clappers outpaced
By the bullets, grenade
And the busters afraid
They gon' end up in a grave
Nah that ain't me
I don't fear no man
Swing a sword like a warrior
Conan
Hear my plan
Got it right
I'm a man
I'ma fight
Finna stand for whats right
If I can't then I might
Be out the game
I'ma do it till I can't more
Camo on looking like I'm bout to go to war
Hit the floor like you slumped
From a punch out the door
Just like you breaking for lunch
Y'all got it twisted
Cuz you see I'm right here
I invite fear
The shit to fuel nightmares
I don't care what y'all thought
I'm the baddest mother fucker that you ever came across
I can get it bumping, get it real loud
Talk that shit until that mother fucking heater out
Gasoline in the mother fucking house
Cigar and a torch you know we gon' burn it down
I can get it bumping, get it real loud
Talk that shit until that mother fucking heater out
Gasoline in the mother fucking house
Cigar and a torch you know we gon' burn it down
Double dutch with the devil have you tripping
Four fifth grippin'
Grey goose sippin'
Designer sleek drippin'
Sneak peak the smith and
Leave a rapper missing
Cold metal kissing
Keep with all that dissing
You rappers need to listen
Creep up on you, get to fuckin' ripping
Same struggle, same hustle
Smoke raining out the top of the muzzle
I'm the answer to your puzzle
I'm the prophet Mary, mother
All these other rappers sucka
Lonely mother fucker
Angry mother fucker
Banging for my brother
I'm hanging with your mother
You hiding when we sliding
Lying 'bout the violence
Ruling like a tyrant
Running hear a siren
Spanish bitch a dancer
Really I'm the answer
Fall away for three
Scoring buckets like a G
I'm what you rappers want to be
I'm what you rappers want to be
I can get it bumping, get it real loud
Talk that shit until that mother fucking heater out
Gasoline in the mother fucking house
Cigar and a torch you know we gon' burn it down
I can get it bumping, get it real loud
Talk that shit until that mother fucking heater out
Gasoline in the mother fucking house
Cigar and a torch you know we gon' burn it down
I'ma be real for a moment
Y'all thought I was fake
But in the heat of the moment
You the one who done flaked
When the clappers outpaced
By the bullets, grenade
And the busters afraid
They gon' end up in a grave
Nah that ain't me
I don't fear no man
Swing a sword like a warrior
Conan
Hear my plan
Got it right
I'm a man
I'ma fight
Finna stand for whats right
If I can't then I might
Be out the game
I'ma do it till I can't more
Camo on looking like I'm bout to go to war
Hit the floor like you slumped
From a punch out the door
Just like you breaking for lunch
Y'all got it twisted
Cuz you see I'm right here
I invite fear
The shit to fuel nightmares
I don't care what y'all thought
I'm the baddest mother fucker that you ever came across
I can get it bumping, get it real loud
Talk that shit until that mother fucking heater out
Gasoline in the mother fucking house
Cigar and a torch you know we gon' burn it down
I can get it bumping, get it real loud
Talk that shit until that mother fucking heater out
Gasoline in the mother fucking house
Cigar and a torch you know we gon' burn it down
Double dutch with the devil have you tripping
Four fifth grippin'
Grey goose sippin'
Designer sleek drippin'
Sneak peak the smith and
Leave a rapper missing
Cold metal kissing
Keep with all that dissing
You rappers need to listen
Creep up on you, get to fuckin' ripping
Same struggle, same hustle
Smoke raining out the top of the muzzle
I'm the answer to your puzzle
I'm the prophet Mary, mother
All these other rappers sucka
Lonely mother fucker
Angry mother fucker
Banging for my brother
I'm hanging with your mother
You hiding when we sliding
Lying 'bout the violence
Ruling like a tyrant
Running hear a siren
Spanish bitch a dancer
Really I'm the answer
Fall away for three
Scoring buckets like a G
I'm what you rappers want to be
I'm what you rappers want to be
Writer(s): Joseph Farnelli, Michael Contrevo
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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