The Touch - Tshego, Riky Rick, Frank Casino

Whoo! Whoo!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, aye!

(Whoo) Whoo!

These niggas can’t. (Touch)

Whoa!

Whoo!

One man, band man

You can check that shit on Instagram

I’m so high, I guess you’re safe for now

But, you know, it’s gonna be a problem when I land

When I land, I hit the dab

No killing gentleman, I’ve been the man

You’ve been fake like 'Copy', 'Paste' and 'Scan'

Get off my dick and niggas blow like fans

I keep it G, can’t save a hoe

I came for service, show me the holy ghost

Let me boast, she let me drown up in my hoes

Like a boat, you niggas should be taking notes

Your girl love me the most

When I’m in the all white

Twenty five days doing alright

And if it’s war time

I know some boys that are good for some bucks

We can do this shit the whole time, nigga

Man, I can’t be (Touch)

They calling my phone, tryna get. (Touch)

When I come through, you niggas get. (Touch)

Wait, a nigga got the motherfucking. (Touch)

Man I’m too high, it can’t be (Touch)

And your girl too, she wanna get. (Touch)

Man, I would too, he gotta be. (Touch)

Man, I thank God for the. (Touch)

Your days are numbered like a calendar

This shit too easy, who’s the challenger?

Combo practice everyday but this is not for play

Ok, let’s do it like this…

I should’ve listened when they told me

Right now the whole fucking game on me

They say it’s them, but it’s me though

I might fuck around and buy a kilo for Stilo

They say the money is the root of all evil

But all a nigga ever wanted was a Diesel

All I wanted was a honey like Liesl

But I just need a couple mines for my people

I’m a G in the eyes of my people

Sick and tired of telling lies to my people

I’m feeling bad from the cries of my people

I play my music, dry the eyes of my people

Fuck award shows, fuck a black tie, fuck

Keep your shit, fuck it I’m that guy

Best dressed all the time, I’m that fly

Niggas still trying to catch up

Even when I die, motherfucker!

Man, I can’t be (Touch)

They calling my phone, tryna get. (Touch)

When I come through, you niggas get. (Touch)

Wait, a nigga got the motherfucking. (Touch)

Man I’m too high, it can’t be (Touch)

And your girl too, she wanna get. (Touch)

Man, I would too, he gotta be. (Touch)

Man, I thank God for the. (Touch)

Your days are numbered like a calendar

This shit too easy, who’s the challenger?

Combo practice everyday but this is not for play

You know I’ve got the midas

Bank account never in the minus

All my niggas even got the itis

20/20 vision with the Pyrex, woah!

Life is a blessing

Had to take my shot, no Smith & Wesson

Give you direction in these songs, I’m addressing

Pour you some green on a salad and a dressing, Lord!

I stick to the law

Attraction and attraction in the Benz, it’s a lot

Taking out the lot

Backing out the back, that’s a 'Bach, oh my God!

gave me that, no play, no pass

Man, I can’t see

The software broke, man it can’t be

My touch is a gift and I’m hands-free

Really on a vision that they can’t see

Man, I can’t be (Touch)

They calling my phone, tryna get. (Touch)

When I come through, you niggas get. (Touch)

Wait, a nigga got the motherfucking. (Touch)

Man I’m too high, it can’t be (Touch)

And your girl too, she wanna get. (Touch)

Man, I would too, he gotta be. (Touch)

Man, I thank God for the. (Touch)