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Plus
3,205
Hip-Hop/Rap
Plus was released on October 17, 2025 by Rebel/gamma. as a part of the album Perfect Storm: Sorry 4 The Rain
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Release DateOctober 17, 2025
LabelRebel/gamma.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM155

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hurricane Wisdom
Hurricane Wisdom
Vocals
Hotboii
Hotboii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hurricane Wisdom
Hurricane Wisdom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hurricane Wisdom
Hurricane Wisdom
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah
Everything you touch
Woah (Gentle Beatz)
Woah
Woah
[Chorus]
Woah, everything a plus, huh
Draco flame, it buss, huh, everything you touch
Gotta know I'm up for real
My cleaners come in pairs, up two-fifty for my deal
My money everything still (Ayy)
I can go anywhere but broke
You can call me anything but lil'
This ho know every word but "go"
Had to tell her, "Bae, it's just the crib"
Just the crib
Hey, baby girl
[Verse 1]
I could ask you how you feel, but I don't give a fuck for real
**** go against the grain, get hit with wood, that's how it is
Feelin' like a dyke, runnin' 'round with strap, I'm really gettin' tired of ****
Kill a box of opps, they don't want they sink to ship, they hide the ****
Once them extras get on feet, it's hard to run
All black G mask, ice on me, can't tell me nothin'
All I'm tellin' a **** is go, then it be done
I don't want no lil' fish, get the littest one
Get him gone
He just spinned, said it was fun
I'm not into pickin' faces, I pop shit on anyone
When I say that's my lil' favorite shit, that's my lil' favorite one
Over here, you'll get the greatest, well, we got the greatest gun, woah
[Chorus]
Woah, everything a plus, huh
Draco flame, it buss, huh, everything you touch
Gotta know I'm up for real
My cleaners come in pairs, up two-fifty for my deal
My money everything still (Ayy)
I can go anywhere but broke
You can call me anything but lil'
This ho know every word but "go"
Had to tell her, "Bae, it's just the crib"
[Verse 2]
Woah
Bae, it's just the home
And you know we grown, that's not my bitch, that's just the homie
This a Hublot, not a Rollie
This a Maybach, not a Benz
You can't say I'm not a real ****, I say it all depends
Was tired of bein' poor (Woah), I'm tired of sayin' no (Let's go)
On flip, I ain't even much tryna talk, you die, I tell him go (Hey)
I can seal the pour, ain't slow
How you feel, I feel for bro
Mm, **** steal and you still poor
Every day still a plus for sure
Written by: Hurricane Wisdom
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