Hurricane (ER) - First day out the feds lyrics
(Intro) Hurricane x12 Lasik Beats (Chorus) Oh lord oh lord I'm dripped in sauce up goes the Lamb doors I'm paid in full fresh home I'm still winning They ask me how a n***a feelin I'm too blessed to be stressed I got the sauce and it's still spilling (Hurricane) First day out the feds thought my life was gonna end They tried slap with a M so I thanked the lord amen Money marching in my cell praying asking for bail Giuseppe stepping out of court Aaaa money marching through the door They locked me up didn't complain Praise the lord buss the case I touch the road and I prayed and I got my j**els out the safe hallelujah amen they let me out The cages dabbing on them like the Migos Fans hayling me on free flow I'm still cashing out this paper I stay dabbing on a hater If it don't break ya it will make ya Still real can't mix with the faker I'm riding uptown I'm riding round with the roof missing Dripped in balmain in thousand year in waxed denim Back to balmain and loubs in the rave chilling with no roof Check the pudding there's the proof £R we're the truth that don't understand the pain We dropped the top in the rain MMF on my chain It's £R in my veins watch me go super saiyan Goku she eat the dick up like tofu Riding around my side of town When I'm in the bits I got it local I got a baddie called Barbra she plugged up like a charger Half a box in her car front so I dripped her in Prada And they through me in the marsh I put that sh** in the past Now I'm free of all charges now the all way is up Bust case no bail swaggered off now cell Had me all up in the papers No comment no statements Dress code so fly get money live life My n***as from the 6 it's £R till I die Dress good live lavish India speaking spanish £R everyone is rich don't compare me to the average (Chorus) Oh lord oh lord I'm dripped in sauce up goes the Lamb doors I'm paid in full fresh home I'm still winning They ask me how a n***a feelin I'm too blessed to be stressed I got the sauce and it's still spilling (Hurricane) I sat in court with my bible Feeling tense through trail All of my n***as are loyal £R were the royals Did the bid didn't moan the sauce man soon home Do I look fresh home Duffel bag full of dough My team so trill they know When I touch the road the net froze £R Everything Relevant Hurricane back to the throne Free my bros Free my bros they need to let Lo lo home We ain't playing blow to blow (Outro) Lasik Beats Blessed to be stressed Hurricane home Yankee home Biz coming home £R we got this