Torch - Karate Chop lyrics

(Intro) It’s Tax Season man Everybody ballin So ain’t nobody safe No AC on the way Yea (Verse) Enemies, enemies, Most my n***as g**ners Pull up in that Panamera Livin like Castelana Bust a block down, watch cushier odol Condo in Miami Beach Favorite model b**h in my Louie sheets 24 karat gold, Cuban link Que tu quiere, better get it from my Cuban bling sponsored links Smoke a lot of sour, got a lot of hoes Scofe with my baby potty, I’ve been cookin O’s Special order, 24/7, round the clock Keep a couple shooters if it hold 100 shots b**h I ball like the NFL Walk around with a scale, might cup that new SL Think I’m rich Porter, bought 100 grams of boy G’d up, got that water add, b**h we transportin Wait for the camera, know the feds can’t call it Kefron phones so we speak in codes, swear we talkin Special issues, b**h we triple beamin Pull up in that new Beamer Livin like Pistol Pete Got your favorite stripper drippin on my Louie sheets In the club, spillin Henny on my Louie sneaks b**hes throw the p**y at me, I don’t even speak (Hook: Future) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rrari Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (Outro) b**h, it’s tax season Everybody gotta check the ghett I need it, Special is ENT Just know that man, it’s the kick off It’s bout to be a monumental year for the team Shout out to the old staff Lou I see you, Wall Bucks on star Probe alone, agent check Extra cheese machete on the way Know AC comin US 4-3 comin