Lyrics of 'Torpedo' by Rae Sremmurd

It's Sremm
Yo (Sonny Digital)
It's Sremm
Yeah
It's Sremm

Taking off for that cash like torpedo
And your pockets too tight just like a speedo
I already got a lot but I need more, fire
She gotta suck my whole soul

I'm a soldier, no limit
Just call me lieutenant
I'll be done in a minute
I'm testin' the fish

Married to the game, put a ring on it
It it what it is
It's red on the bottom of my feet
I'm steppin' in Christians

Lord, forgive me for sinnin'
I'm chokin' the engine
Broke the record like Ripley
I had to take risky

My bitch she so spoiled, throw a hissy fit
I had to put ice on my ligaments
Need a bitch can count up a milli with
That's what I call friends with benefits

Bad lil' bitch in my lap
She see the bird, she get a key
Carbon, it come with the spoiler
I'm finna, uh, drift in this whip
Flooded that ho with the rack

Stand on the turnbuckle, I'm the champ
Nigga, we live and direct
Say no to drugs, I get a rush
Takin' off to the money, torpedo
Now all the hoes tryna find me like Nemo

Pockets is tight as a speedo
Jet fuel makin' me float
What exactly they mad at me for?
She talkin' too much, put dick in her throat

Taking off for that cash like torpedo
And your pockets too tight just like a speedo
I already got a lot but I need more, fire
She gotta suck my whole soul

I'm a soldier, no limit
Just call me lieutenant
I'll be done in a minute
I'm testin' the fish
Married to the game, put a ring on it

It it what it is
It's red on the bottom of my feet
I'm steppin' in Christians
Lord, forgive me for sinnin'
I'm chokin' the engine
Broke the record like Ripley

I had to take risky
My bitch she so spoiled, throw an hissy fit
I had to put ice on my ligaments
Need a bitch can count up a milli with
That's what I call friends with benefits

Am I wrong for puttin' the check first?
Checkin' every box on my wishlist
Dove in the deep end head first, yes sir
I'm the one that show up early and I get straight to work, yes sir
You can bet the bag on me, nigga, 'cause I know my worth, ayy

We off a lil' Reposado
She slurpin' me like Marciano
Black chains, Johnny Bravo
Chasin' that chicken no Roscoe's
Said he talkin' that check, mi hablo

Got a couple of cribs like Pablo
Louboutins steppin' on raw, ho
You know I live for the right ho
She said I'm country like Joe Dirt
In the Lambo truck, I bet she go bezerk

If I flex on you niggas, it's gon' hurt
I'm a martian like Wayne, I ain't on Earth
Takin' off like torpedo
Big bankroll, no Neo
Young Jim got the G code
I'm wild boy like Steve-O

I'm a soldier, no limit
Just call me lieutenant
I'll be done in a minute
I'm testin' the fish

Married to the game, put a ring on it
It it what it is
It's red on the bottom of my feet
I'm steppin' in Christians

Lord, forgive me for sinnin'
I'm chokin' the engine
Broke the record like Ripley
I had take risky

My bitch she so spoiled, throw an hissy fit
I had to put ice on my ligaments
Need a bitch can count up a milli with
That's what I call friends with benefits