Zillasaurus - hurricane. Lyrics

Yeah
Kush smoke up in my lungs, yea I'm a chiefer
I don't want that bitch, yea, yea, and I don't need her
Glock .45 on me, that heater
I be running through these niggas just like the reaper(yea yea yea)
I feel like Hurricane Mejia
Yea yea, I feel like Hurricane Mejia, Avalanche Jamil, Earthquake McLean
Yea, yea, and Tsunami Moore
Yea, I can't f*ck with these whores
She ain't got no funds, but she want Dior
Glock .19 on me up the score
Yea yea, she wanna see Zillasaurus
Bitch it's Tsunami Moore
I feel like I'm Hurricane, I feel like I'm number six, I feel like I'm Hurricane Mejia bitch
I was smoking dope with Earthquake McLean
Avalanche Jamil, that's the gang
Up that Smith & Wesson on that pussy make him sing
I feel like I'm Hurricane Mejia bitch
I feel like I'm number six, I'm gone run over this bitch
And you know I'm coming blacked out, with my mask on
She asked why my name Tsunami, told her "bae just come along"
And you know it's on, bitches ask what happened? It's a f*cking disaster
Me and all my niggas we just natural disasters
I keep these niggas quiet, told them "shut up and don't talk"
I take it to the Baja everytime I touch the ball
I don't trip, I don't fall, shoutout to all my dawgs
Shoutout to all my niggas, real G shit, they deliver
They all about that skrilla, hang with the apes, nigga the gorillas
I feel like Hurricane Mejia
Yea, yea, I feel like Hurricane Mejia, Avalanche Jamil, Earthquake McLean
Yea yea, and Tsunami Moore
Bitch, I feel like Hurricane Mejia
Bitch, I feel like Hurricane Mejia, Avalanche Jamil, Earthquake McLean
Yea, yea, and Tsunami Moore