Hurricane - Lil Sheik, Philthy Rich

I might cause a hurricane if I come through with fifty

Gang good, I’m tryna check the bitch for every penny

She was boostin', now I got her strippin' up in Houston

College girl that fell in love with doing prostitution

The only thing I love is getting to the check

Don’t need my entourage with me, ride with Glock to the neck

Puerto Rico for a week, then to Hawaii next

Check my trap and then I’m jumping right back on the jet

Then right back to the 'jects and go tap in with Jets

Threw my bitch up in some racks so she can buddy step

Y’all know I fuck with Bloods and Crips too

Y’all know I ride with some thugs that love to shoot

Your bitch for sure choosing me over you

'cause I got way more money than you do

You broke and you ain’t shit

Quit richin', always gotta keep a stick

Ain’t arguin' with a nigga 'bout a bitch

No talkin' on this skit

Ayy, it’s Philthy, nigga

Uh-huh, look

Rest in peace TuTu, Big Money shit (Ayy, rest in peace)

Two hundred on the foreign, big money whip (Foreign)

My pistol like my ID, I keep it on my hip (I keep it on me)

Forgiatos with the carbon fiber on the lip (It's Philthy)

Ripped up the bitch trap when she hand it off (Swear to God)

Suckers slid through the hood, we lettin' cannons off (Suckers)

My young nigga knock you down for a gram of soft (Ayy, do that)

Five-oh hit the trap, rippin' cameras off (Ayy, five-oh)

Nigga sneak dissin', still ain’t pull up yet (Pussy)

Lil Sheik in the Ritz or he in the cracks (Ayy Sheik, what’s happenin'?)

What that bitch talkin' 'bout?

I ain’t interested (Uh-uh)

The backend ten thousand, tell him send the rest (Ayy, I need that)

Bet a hundred, nine to five, you can ask Hanny (Ayy Hanny, what’s happenin'?)

OG’s in my hood used to pull up candy (Seminary)

My man carry tools, keep 'em all handy (Swear to God)

If a nigga play with me, he don’t love his family, it’s Philthy