Lyrics Hurricane - Thrill9r feat. Snyder Vch

Impediment, impediment, impediment
I guess I got a speech impediment
Yeahhh
Mhmm

I have a sword, that katana
I'm swinging that shit like I'm Kotal Kahn
Loving that curvy banana
She wanna eat it, she told me to cum
We on the beach, that cabana
I'm counting the bread and she throw me the buns
Hitting it fast, that expresso
I cannot crash cause I'm Bubba Wallace
I'm in the lead, I don't follow
I'm building a fortress, I call it a palace
I got the bulls eye, that toro
I'm stacking the green like I'm making a salad

Straight to the top with the Superman vertical
If I fall down, I bounce back like a dribble
My squad all black, looking like we the beetles
That tunnel vision got me threading the needle
Don't know bout you but I'm tryna get fitted
Designer on me, you won't know 'less I say it
That sauvage on me got me feeling exquisite
I'm running the game, I got rid of the glitches
Know you my blood but I don't fuck with leeches
I don't cross the line 'less I know it's the finish
Want me a dime that's gonna treat me like Trinity
Cause in the matrix, I'm Zion no Williamson
I don't feel pain, I'm running on adrenaline
Can't waste no time on excuses, irrelevant
Don't say a word when I'm moving these mountains
I guess I got a speech impediment
I put my need way ahead me
If I lose track, that's a tragedy
Can't have no Hart, this ain't comedy
Changing my bitches like currency

I have a sword, that katana
I'm swinging that shit like I'm Kotal Kahn
Loving that curvy banana
She wanna eat it, she told me to cum
We on the beach, that cabana
I'm counting the bread and she throw me the buns
Hitting it fast, that expresso
I cannot crash cause I'm Bubba Wallace
I'm in the lead, I don't follow
I'm building a fortress, I call it a palace
I got the bulls eye, that toro
I'm stacking the green like I'm making a salad

Yeah-ahhh
(Stacking the green like I'm making a salad)

I think I got a speech impediment
Was born in Haiti so I got an accent
Got on the beat and you felt my passion
Talking that heat, then you'll feel my wrath
FGA, chorus on my chords when I clash
Dreaming straight hundos in my hands when I math
Henny got me slurring my words, then I laugh
I want it in paper, "Sorry, I don't take cash app"
I was broke, no bitches on my sheets
Tried to gleece unemployment, all my bodies went gritz
Cross it off, how I feel bout the next thing on my list
I ain't tryna kick it, I been put up my cleats
I can't handle the tèt
I'm begging, "Baby please" (Ah)
I needed a break, put the Kat in my Kit
I'm repping but I'm lacking the keys on my wrist
In an all black upto and it's matching my fit

I got an impediment, yeah
Tryna find my words in a stutter
I feel like I'm at my worst
Yeahhhhhhhh
Tryna find my words

I have a sword, that katana
I'm swinging that shit like I'm Kotal Kahn
Loving that curvy banana
She wanna eat it, she told me to cum
We on the beach, that cabana
I'm counting the bread and she throw me the buns
Hitting it fast, that expresso
I cannot crash cause I'm Bubba Wallace
I'm in the lead, I don't follow
I'm building a fortress, I call it a palace
I got the bulls eye, that toro
I'm stacking the green like I'm making a salad
(Stacking the green like I'm making a salad)