(Hurricane)

G-Lock, yeah

Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (yeah)

I′ve been workin' all day and trappin′ all night (yeah)

Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (yeah)

When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (yeah)

Everything I do wrong feel so right (bitch)

I laugh like I love her, I should've said, "Sike"

These niggas some bitches, these niggas some dikes

Yeah, bitch, I′m the shit, ayy, where is the diapers? (Ayy)

Shout out to Glizock, that nigga my idol

Ayy, shout out my lil′ bitch, she don't need a title

Shoutout my opps, tryna kill all my rivals

Yeah, nigga, and that′s on my side bitch (on God)

I'm sippin′ on mud and smokin' on flowers (phew)

Yeah, I got that bag in, I got some power (phew, phew)

Just got two black .9s, they crowded

My dawgs don′t say too much, just growl

Somethin' been fishin' at the wild wild west

So you better find you a case (uh, uh)

Only 24 and I ball like I′m 50

Steppin′ on everybody net (yeah)

Check, check, yeah, check after check (phew)

Not letters, you know what I rep (bitch)

I'm killin′ this bitch, tryna fuck her to death

I'm gettin′ to the bag, and that bag ain't nothin′ else

If it ain't 'bout that bag, you can bag it on up

Yeah, back in the day, I was backin′ it up

Yeah, sackin′ it up, yeah, stackin' it up (yeah)

Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (yeah)

I′ve been workin' all day and trappin′ all night (yeah)

Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (yeah)

When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (yeah, yeah)

Everythin′ I do wrong feel so right

I laugh like I love her, I should've said, "Sike"

These niggas some bitches, these niggas some dikes

Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy, where is the diapers? (Ayy)

Killin′ these niggas like my last name Myers

First name Michael, I ball like Michael (uh)

Tyson, ten carats in, rings bitin′ (uh)

Came in fuckin' shit up, Joe Biden (uh)

Can′t play around, gotta get shit done (yeah)

I go to sleep when the sun come up

Been flexin' all year, don′t wait for the summer

I ain't havin′ no problem with this bread

This a Ram truck, why the inside red? (Huh?)

Yeah, fuck my opps, they walkin' dead

My grandma said, "Boy, you ain't got no friends"

Then slapped me on my head (yeah)

Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (yeah)

I′ve been workin′ all day and trappin' all night (yeah)

Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (yeah)

When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it′s on sight (yeah)

Everything I do wrong feel so right (yeah)

I laugh like I love her, I should've said, "Sike" (yeah)

These niggas some bitches, these n-s some dikes (yeah)

Yeah, bitch, I′m the shit, ayy, where is the diapers? (Yeah, yeah)

Hmm, yeah