Hurricane Chris Lyrics

[Intro]
What the f*ck?
Aight my fault I had to get my shit right know what I'm saying?
You dig and you know
Niggas really can't even step to the gang on some real shit like, they be trying and niggas be coming up short you feel me?
Pulling up for shots niggas ain't even hitting they missing and shit
Brrrt!
[Hook]
What the f*ck goin' on? (Wassup)
Just walked in this bitch and I told that bitch fill my cup with Patrón (Fill my cup with Patrón, uh)
f*ck nigga check my wrist, I ain't really on shit, we just tryna get home (We just tryna get home, 30K)
I'll set it off in this bitch and I'm feeling like Boosie way back in 6-0
(Uh, Boosie)
‘06
Make it rain it's a Hurricane Chris (Make it rain, Hurricane)
Speak on my name wrong and he go missing
p*ssy ass nigga doing all that flinching
Chains on my neck now they thinking bout lynching
I feel like the Grinch on the night before Christmas
And I just took his hoe cause my bitches like bitches
Keep calm lil bruh, she'll be back in a minute
You can have your hoe back when we finished
[Verse]
You can have your hoe back when I'm done with it
I can't teach ‘em the flow if I do they gon' run with it
I can't go make a serve if I don't got my gun with me
If that nigga bullshit then I'm shooting like Dunleavy
I just got my hoe back and she say she done leaving Turn her to a throwback if she give me one reason
If you gon' come for my head then you better not come easy
We got yo addy if bro drop the bag I'ma come squeezing
He say he got drip, juice ‘em!
Snap
Blitz for the sack, ain't no juking!
This stick came from Russia, Kel-Tec yelling Putin
No OT I'ma catch ‘em OV I ain't losing
Stay with a good lawyer, I learned that from Fooly
They tryn' throw the book at my dawg boy this shit ain't no movie
If I catch a charge I ain't thuggin', I'm foolish
I been juugin' for years they can't watch all my movements
[Hook]
What the f*ck goin' on? (The f*ck)
Just walked in this bitch and I told that bitch fill my cup with Patrón
f*ck nigga check my wrist, I ain't really on shit, we just tryna get home (f*ck nigga just check my wrist)
I'll set it off in this bitch and I'm feeling like Boosie way back in 6-0
(I'ma set it off in this bitch on God)
‘06
Make it rain it's a Hurricane Chris (Make it rain, Hurricane)
Speak on my name wrong and he go missing
p*ssy ass nigga doing all that flinching
Chains on my neck now they thinking bout lynching
I feel like the Grinch on the night before Christmas
And I just took his hoe cause my bitches like bitches
Keep calm lil bruh, she'll be back in a minute
You can have your hoe back when we finished

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