Hurricane Chris - 318 Freestyle lyrics

[Lil' Snupe] Lil' Snupe! Yeahhhhhhhhhhh Free my n***a C4. [X8] Let me hop in it and free my n***a C4 If rap sh** don't work then we gon' sell this sh** like Nino b**hes lookin' for me they can't find me like Nemo Cuz every time I'm in the building I set it of like Cleo Hurricane with me, 51/50 b**h get jiggy then get naked and shake all your a** and titties Baby told me to k** it. I told him that I k** it I hold it down from the 318 all the way back to Philly. Lil' Snupe up in the buildin', you know that I'm up in this ho Everybody want it yeah I swear you better watch it ho Cuz n***a I rank with me. Guarantee she f** my clique She gon s** my dick all day and night she gon do it left she gon do it right Yeahhhh n***a Jonesboro Where we up in this b**h swear to God that we don't care And I got these diamonds on my neck And these diamond on my wrist With these J's up on my feet and your b**h up on my dick Man this b**h she love my swag. And she love my f**ing clique Cuz we hit the f**ing club and act like ya'll don't even exist Cuz we in our own lane, we did our own sh** I'm a young n***a but I stay on that grown sh** I be smoking on that loud People tell me turn it down So if you can't f** with that loud you can't even come around You know I gotta do it, best believe that my man strapped She screamin' out ay bay bay and she started doing the hand clap Got this b**h naked. Got this b**h gettin' with it Got this b**h wanna f**. f** me and my whole city Man Dee-Low told me do it and I told him that I got it Then I hit my n***a lil' Derick up and we head straight to the projects We head to the projects, and then we start rollin' up All the bad b**hes hit my phone they wanna roll with us Cuz they already know that I'm a f**in' clown When they heard that I was gonna be in she prayed that no ones around I shut it down everywhere I go And I love bad b**hes so you better watch your ho I'll grab the magnum and put that dick straight up down her throat. And she ain't playin' when she get in here she know how we roll b**h ain't no relaxin' they no I'm the ? These b**hes already know what's up. b**hes know it's what's happening You chill up in my bed but you f**in' on my mattress We gon get straight to the business. Swear to God he won't be with it hold up [Hurricane Chris] I took a n***a b**h, then gave her plenty dick I put a p**y n***a on the news channel six I k** me a dog a** n***a Mike Vick And you know it is no you not f**in' with Chris I put her on that wood then I told her do the splits Got Snupe up in this b**h and the whole crew up in this b**h You know I'm gettin' lifted off Patron and Ciroc Any n***a talkin' that sh** I swear to God they don't wanna box Got a left hand and a right hand, break a n***a jaw I do some crucial sh** you gon think this the movie Saw I represent that south and bat a n***a in his mouth I got your b**h bussin' it wide open on my couch Man I'm a dawg you a cat, I step on these rats And these n***as know I'm in the club strap with that gat Yeah I'm strap with that mac. Some hoes in the back Threefy smokin' on some sh** that made him have an asthma Attack I'm bout my money, n***a I'm bout my money I pull up in my Maserati, f** your lil' 600! We 'bout that big cash, pull up in them big Jags I'll smack your b**h a** then feel on your b**h a** Shout out to Calico. I'm bout my money That b**h showing her camel toe put dick all in her stomach I f** her front and back and then I tried to make her vomit These n***as ain't bout no beef, n***a I ain't never runnin' Got a chopper and a Glock knock a n***a out his socks Man free my n***a Boosie I might break that n***a out You know what I'm about, play games you get popped Ask some n***as who had played with me that time they got shot My hood about that murder. That's right them n***as will serve ya I rapped that gangster sh** These n***as thought I was commercial I'm in the V.I.P and b**h you know I got the burner My n***a Threefy in the DJ booth smokin' that purple Ay bay bay. Lil mama wanna flick then call me Ray J That's I got that [machine-gun sounds] AK That sh** I say it be for real you for play play You's a f*ggot a** n***a you shanaynay Play some games I'mma nut up like a pay day And I got all these hoes poppin', or riding in my old school rims steady choppin'. I got that f**in' whopper like my name Bin Laden