HURRICANE CHRIS

Sit back, baby, slidin' in the big body I ain't put my hands on that shit if it ain't good quality Better think a few times if you thinkin bout robbin' me Rockin' up jeans now, I used to rock Tommy A lot of shit be lame, don't be shit fun to me In the section, booted bad, don't be tryin' to touch me Matter fact I need top, girl She tryna f*ck me Matter fact, I want some head, she call me Chulo Papi Pockets can't be too low, I'm makin' money roughly They don't wanna hear the truth, cause they know it's ugly You know I'm bound to blow, they all gonna love me Better check where I'm at, I just left the bank I'm in the booth right now, smokin' on dank You better pick a side, nigga, better find some rank Plug just pulled up, he dropped off some drink I had to get my shit together, had to find my way Caught my dog, bird down, dropped off some vapes Gotta get him off, hurry up, like, right today I'm the freshest nigga in the trap, check my J's I keep my lawyer close with me, yeah, beat my cases Yeah, I just checked the bank, had to get a facelift I told her "Just titties below, yeah, keep it faceless" I'm keepin' watch, I keep my glock, cause these crips get raided For the birds, I gotta flock, yeah, I gotta shape shit I keep the wings with the sauce, yeah, these hoes is naked Don't put them shroomies in my face, you know I'm finna face em Only makin' big plays, nigga, no lil' shit In the kitchen, whippin' bad, almost broke my damn wrist Spinnin' fast in that bitch, call me Hurricane Chris I whip my wrist...