Jay Gremlin - Hut Hut

Ski
Hut one, hut two, she just did a truck move
When she popped a football
Damn near lost a fuckin' pill, bout to do a roll call
You see how the truck move, that's a new track hawk
He in the raq with a wood drac, play for the blackhawks
(Zoom)
Nigga, I just scratched off, problems like a band-aid
Watch a nigga snatch off
Grabbin' quarters from lil bro, but not doin' scratch offs
This whip is matte orange, we in order over here at LON, hats off
To the motherfuckers that can't go against us at all
On a eight ball, she horny, she just showed the rack off
Scuba divin' in my earrings, probably seen a black dolphin
Hut one, hut two, she on pills often
Hut one, hut two, she on pills often
Hut one, hut two, she on pills often
Hut one, hut two, bout to do a kickoff
Track hawk, need a oil change, make a pit stop
Oil change cost more than a morton's take out
Problems I ain't takin' on, A-M-G takin' off
Heard the feds on the stakeout, well done, eight ounce
Crme brle with my new business minded bae
Fettuccine noodles topped with pan-seared swordfish
Bad boy fragrance, while my bad bitch snort this
Anything I want in good reach, phone cordless
She keep tellin' me that I'm stuck in my ways
Focusin' on myself, fuck all the hating
I might buy Scemi's like it's the old days
She was on the football and ran the wrong way
Hut hut, hut hut hmm
I was in the putt-putt, now a Trackhawk zoom
We just smoke to puff-puff
Now a black cloud loom
I just five percent'd the black lenses on two
Smokin' wedding cake, not no motherfuckin' groom
Earrings fell in the motherfuckin' pool
Calamari and lobster tail when I got a sweet tooth
LON circle small, but we move like a deep group
For that body he ain't pay much, it's a cheap meal
Tryna rent that bitch out, it's a cheap bill
Run up checks and build up calories like I'm on three meals
Hut one, hut two, she on pills often
Hut one, hut two, she on pills often
Hut one, hut two, she on pills often
Hut one, hut two, bout to do a kickoff
Hut hut, hut hut hmm
I was in a putt-putt, now a track hawk zoom
We just smoke to puff-puff, now a black cloud loom
I just five percent'd the black lenses on two
Smokin' wedding cake

Written by:
Jaylon Washington

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