J Dilla - Hurricane wrist lyrics

Verse 1 Plug out in Atlanta Sip that liquoer wit fanta 40 in my left pocket Hit the bank make deposits Not stopin like broken brakes Bag him up throw him in the lake My pockets eat like obese n***as Double cross you diceased n***a Cookin chicken no soul food b**hes sendin me pics nude White girl all in my nose Sike na that was a joke Marijuana is what I smoke Hannah monatana is what I am selling That loud as pack is what I be smelling You talkin that sh** I will leave yo a** swelling Smoke blurring my vision Gimme the money its yo decision Im the general n***a so u better listen Work part time in the kitchen water whipping Chorus (Gun shoootin) hear dem guns blam? I got dat authentic sh** dese n***as tryna scam Hmu on that prepaid b**h Next week new number cops skeemin n sh** Hurricane hurricane hurricane wrist (whip whip) I'm cookin up some mean a** sh** Hurricane hurricane hurricane wrist (whip whip) Hmu 1 to 9 if you need some bricks Verse 2 My wrist is f**ing sparkling Workin full time cause these crackheads keep barkin My dick could use a swim so I hit my b**h up That's my main thot and I make that b**h hic-up Obligation money makin Hella racks compensation These other rappers sh**ty like the john I stay hidden like bhutton Im incognito On some real sh** I k**ed amigos Hit the strip club make precipitation Money come back to me evaporation Green leakin out my pockets condensation Chorus