Hurricane Chris - Blamos текст песни

(Verse)
I go dumber than these niggas on tracks
Tell your bitch to throw that pussy back

And watch how I attack
Fuck it, I feel like I’m the hottest in the game
Got the pedal to the metal
With a model, getting brain
That’s right, you dealing with a hurricane
And I might not know them
But I bet you they know my fucking name
Fuck you seats twisting cigarillos feeling so insane
I don’t know what you doing
But you should get on the money train
Or you get left in the pains
That shit I’m tryina do 2 hunneds
Cause that’s what on the day
There’s where the killers be, dealers be
Niggas be wailing
Like fuck you on the right thang,
They love violence, brrr
That’s why I’m ready to blast
And keep on looking at me nigga
I’ll be busting your ass yea
Count it up, I like my money in bags

(Hook)
On her way back to the bank, spending too much cash
I got a white on white whip, call it Ku Klux Klan
Hold up, let me do the bitch, I think I’m too much dance
Had to introduce lil mama to my new fuck stance
Hold up, slow, long stroke, then I go real fast
On my way back to the bank, spending too much cash
I got a all-white white whip, call it Ku Klux Klan
Had to introduce lil mama to my new fuck stance
Hold up slow, long stroke, then I go real fast
Slow, long stroke, then I go real fast
Had to introduce lil mama to my new fuck stance
I got a all-white white whip, call it Ku Klux Klan
On my way back to the bank, spending too much cash

(Verse)
Hold up, I might scroll as I sit low
So cold that they calling me young wind blow
One phone call to get a nigga pickd up
Runnin with the gorillas and the big dogs
You been actin like they don’t know
That I got spaceship, 4,3,2,1 lift off
Try to make you snitch, told you to eat cheese
And you say that’s your pick up
Mafioso life for real, nigga don’t take one step closer
Bitch I’m a gladiator, don’t make me come out this holster
Only thang I got to say is that I’m going postal
Kill a nigga bring him back up from the dead
Tell him why I smoked him
Play with me, you’ll be floating in the Pacific Ocean
These rappers ain’t really no competition for me and get roasted
Leave em looking like a burned steak
I smell like a million dollars on my worst day

(Hook)
On my way back to the bank, spending too much cash
I got a all-white white whip, call it Ku Klux Klan
Had to introduce lil mama to my new fuck stance
Hold up slow, long stroke, then I go real fast
Slow, long stroke, then I go real fast
Had to introduce lil mama to my new fuck stance
I got a all-white white whip, call it Ku Klux Klan
On my way back from the bank, spending too much cash