hurricaneman*
What's his name?
Mr. hurricaneman
I'm fucking this bitch from the back while I'm popping a Tesla
Go to the club, making it rain they call me hurricaneman
Making it, making it storm like the weather
Nigga, I, don't give a fuck 'bout your bitch, nigga, I shoot at whoever
Popping a Tesla then pop me a perky, I eat em up like gummies
My mom name Keke, but I don't haha, ain't shit 'bout me funny
I'm rocking carti's on my face cause I be 'bout my money
Pussy boy talk, that's his ass, he'll get shot in the tummy
Bitch tried to play me like I'm stupid, bitch, I ain't no dummy
Get his ass killed, do it broad day, give a fuck if it's sunny
Freaky bitch, she want me to fuck her, off three packs of honey
Got a cougar, she sixty-seven, she call me her hunny
All these drugs in my system, feel like I'm on space
Took a perc with some whippets now I can't feel my face
Got a bad bitch in my dm's who I'm tryna taste
On these drugs, high as fuck, I hope that they not laced
Captain hurricaneman, but I don't wear no capes
I'm a real street nigga, but I don't wear no bapes
You a broke nigga if all you do is wake up and hate
Your bitches hair thinner than a pair of inline skates
I'm fucking this bitch from the back while I'm popping a Tesla
Go to the club, making it rain they call me hurricaneman
Making it, making it storm like the weather
Nigga, I, don't give a fuck 'bout your bitch, nigga, I shoot at whoever
Popping a Tesla then pop me a perky, I eat em up like gummies
My mom name Keke, but I don't haha, ain't shit 'bout me funny
I'm rocking carti's on my face cause I be 'bout my money
Pussy boy talk, that's his ass, he'll get shot in the tummy
Get shot in your tummy, get shot in your tummy
Get shot in your tummy, boy, ain't nothing funny
Get shot in your tummy, get shot in your tummy
Get shot in your tummy, boy, ain't nothing funny
Get shot in your tummy, get shot in your tummy
Get shot in your tummy, boy, ain't nothing funny
Get shot in your tummy, get shot in your tummy
Get shot in your tummy, boy, ain't nothing funny
Popping a Tesla then pop me a perky, I eat em up like gummies
My mom name Keke, but I don't haha, ain't shit 'bout me funny
I'm rocking carti's on my face cause I be 'bout my money
Pussy boy talk, that's his ass, he'll get shot in the tummy
Mr. hurricaneman
I'm fucking this bitch from the back while I'm popping a Tesla
Go to the club, making it rain they call me hurricaneman
Making it, making it storm like the weather
Nigga, I, don't give a fuck 'bout your bitch, nigga, I shoot at whoever
Popping a Tesla then pop me a perky, I eat em up like gummies
My mom name Keke, but I don't haha, ain't shit 'bout me funny
I'm rocking carti's on my face cause I be 'bout my money
Pussy boy talk, that's his ass, he'll get shot in the tummy
Bitch tried to play me like I'm stupid, bitch, I ain't no dummy
Get his ass killed, do it broad day, give a fuck if it's sunny
Freaky bitch, she want me to fuck her, off three packs of honey
Got a cougar, she sixty-seven, she call me her hunny
All these drugs in my system, feel like I'm on space
Took a perc with some whippets now I can't feel my face
Got a bad bitch in my dm's who I'm tryna taste
On these drugs, high as fuck, I hope that they not laced
Captain hurricaneman, but I don't wear no capes
I'm a real street nigga, but I don't wear no bapes
You a broke nigga if all you do is wake up and hate
Your bitches hair thinner than a pair of inline skates
I'm fucking this bitch from the back while I'm popping a Tesla
Go to the club, making it rain they call me hurricaneman
Making it, making it storm like the weather
Nigga, I, don't give a fuck 'bout your bitch, nigga, I shoot at whoever
Popping a Tesla then pop me a perky, I eat em up like gummies
My mom name Keke, but I don't haha, ain't shit 'bout me funny
I'm rocking carti's on my face cause I be 'bout my money
Pussy boy talk, that's his ass, he'll get shot in the tummy
Get shot in your tummy, get shot in your tummy
Get shot in your tummy, boy, ain't nothing funny
Get shot in your tummy, get shot in your tummy
Get shot in your tummy, boy, ain't nothing funny
Get shot in your tummy, get shot in your tummy
Get shot in your tummy, boy, ain't nothing funny
Get shot in your tummy, get shot in your tummy
Get shot in your tummy, boy, ain't nothing funny
Popping a Tesla then pop me a perky, I eat em up like gummies
My mom name Keke, but I don't haha, ain't shit 'bout me funny
I'm rocking carti's on my face cause I be 'bout my money
Pussy boy talk, that's his ass, he'll get shot in the tummy
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Writer(s): T. Wilson
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