Hurricane

Might just go skrt in the range
I'm with the crew going insane
(Yeah, yeah)

I took a walk in the rain
Came out flooded in chains
Now I'm skirting Mulsanne
Take off the top, give me brain
She gave me top, hurricane
She gave me top, hurricane
I took a walk in the rain
I took a walk in the rain

Niggas ain't felt my pain
I got dirt on my name
Fuck these niggas keep claiming
Got 3 bitches they playin
Suck on my dick with no hands
Taking these drugs in advance
Poppin on perks and xannys
Poppin these checks and bandys
I fuck her
Then she poppin plan B
I got the drip like I'm Janet
Ain't no plane
Just bought a range
Hoppin off a jet, no landin
Straight in the whip
So, my Money expanding
I had to get it (Yeah, yeah)
Rags 2 riches (Yeah, yeah)
Bad to bitches (Yeah, yeah)
Handle my bidness (Yeah)

I took a walk now I got the sauce (Sauce)
Got foreign Jean's
No, These ain't from ross
She got double d's
So, she shake em off
Nut on her face
Now she wipe it off
I'm in that whip and I'm taking off
I'm with yo bitch and she open jaw
I say fuck 12 and I break the law
Now I'm in court
So, I pay the judge
Look
Look
Lookin
All of these niggas they starin
Hop out that whip, new McLaren
Got 3 bitches they sharin
All types
I don't fuck with Karen
Imma rockstar like jaret
Got 30 seconds till I go to mars
Got 30 seconds, so I give em 30 bars
30, 000 bands
So I bought 30 cars
Remember being small
Now I'm living large
Boy you are soft
You are not hard
Got no apologies
No, I'm not sorry
Had to get it a$ap
But I'm not bari
Yeah imma playboi
But I'm not carti
Playin with bitches
Like its Atari



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Writer(s): Anas Ahmed
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