Torch Hands On The Wheel (Freestyle) Lyrics

Crush a bit, lil' bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, lil' bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, lil' bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feeling it, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night
Hands on the wheel
Hands on the wheel
Hands on the wheel
Hands on the wheel

Man I'm in this two row Ghost right here
Driving this bitch with my knee
I gotta roll up at the same time as I drive
I got knees baby, tryina smoke
You drivin' something like this, I need a fix
See the gas or ass, you chose, baby

Life for me is just pills throw
Still pay the price just with
Just with the killing lost
Still serve my block, still steal your hoe
You can have that bitch back, the thrill's gone
But if I f*ck her one, I can f*ck her twice
If I rub a plug I can change my life
Taxis and need extra ice, need extra pistols, need extra wife
Get the snow, get to go, Rodeo Drive flow, pick your row
Celine shades, my shit's gold
When I say get 'em my peeps go
Blood diamonds my next flow, blood shining in my set ball My set blazers, my set all 'em, my set banging, my whip forward
Pull off in it, your bitch jokey
Got a pot party in my trunk, shit not
When you see me I be hiding in the nest,
Got them goons with me that'll sink your battle ship
Dirt swipe my clean Nikes, clean face but I do you dirt
Already flight my nightmares
Your dream you dream bitch, ain't even worth it
Hit bees in my car, grilling, my heart still in my cartel

Shout out to the old cast of the cartel
MMG specially seen in TV here
We ain't gone nowhere, I ain't gonna lie
I took a little break, I had to get my motherf*cking army right
But I'm back, nigga
This and I ain't talking 'bout aging all blind either, nigga
I'm talking 'bout mask up and get that Glock, nigga

Crush a bit, lil' bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, lil' bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, lil' bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feeling it, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night
Hands on the wheel
Hands on the wheel
Hands on the wheel