The Touch (feat. Riky Rick, Frank Casino)

Whoo! Whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, aye!
(Whoo) Whoo!
These niggas can't.. (Touch)
Whoa!
Whoo!

(Verse 1: Tshego)
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

(Chorus)
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

(Verse 2: Riky Rick)
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!


(Verse 3: Frank Casino)
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