Lyrics Hurricane - Lil Sheik, Philthy Rich

Hurricane

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