Hutch Charms

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Getta Beats) It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga (Damn, JakeSand) [Chorus: BabyTron] I can make a move sitting down, telekinesis Exotic 'bows touch down, boy, I sell them, not keep them Y-3 Glocky, I'll send him to hell in Adidas It ain't no ordinary Cat Piss, boy, you smelling the Cheetah At the mall open to close, call me Paul Blart So many sticks up in this shit, the whip a golf cart Jumped up in the field too quick, they called a false start Bitches on my dick, like, "What you pay Huch for that dog charm?" [Verse 1: BabyTron] Cup full of kickstand, bitch, I'm leaning I can go and make some quick bands, then spend that shit in Neimans You gon' end up in some quicksand, acting like a demon I'm so fuckin' high, gon' fly to Venus I'm so motherfuckin' fly, Gelato, G7 You ain't got no real kit, neck hollow, cheap pendant I play chess, not checkers, keep guessing I told God I'm triple grateful for today, caught three blessings Popped an Oxy', popped a molly Brodie turnt, he tryna drop a body Two-wheelin', I'm tippin' over, treat it like a Kawasaki Double cuppin', top it with a Perky, this is not a Jolly Yeah, this shit not rocket science Hundred baby Drakeys, we are not with ISIS Only cop the finest, we don't drop the prices [Verse 2: TrDee] Don't say nothing to her, she is not the nicest Come and snatch your ass up just like ISIS Really saw this shit coming like a psychic I can't take him out in public 'cause he violent All that yappin', when I see 'em, niggas silent All my niggas really winnin', bitch, come pick a boss Last month, I was just broke, but now it's fuck the cost Oh you ain't hip? Before you win, you gotta take a loss Put her in the newest Gucci just to take it off, okay Boy, I'm smoking zaza, type of shit that just might knock you out Woke up to a play, checked my account, it was a large amount Man, that bitch done ran through the whole gang and you gon' eat her out I cannot relate, when I was in it, I was in and out Hopped off the plane, I'm in LAX fresh as shit Boy, these streets cold, how the hell you ain't got a blick? Brown-skinned bitch, cocoa butter and she kinda thick You won't catch me with that bitch if she ain't got no drip [Chorus: BabyTron] I can make a move sitting down, telekinesis Exotic 'bows touch down, boy, I sell them, not keep them Y-3 Glocky, I'll send him to hell in Adidas It ain't no ordinary Cat Piss, boy, you smelling the Cheetah At the mall open to close, call me Paul Blart So many sticks up in this shit, the whip a golf cart Jumped up in the field too quick, they called a false start Bitches on my dick, like, "What you pay Huch for that dog charm?"