Hutch Charms lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
(Getta Beats)
It's Lando, your b*tch know, don't let your b*tch go, n*gga (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 p*ss, boy, you smelling the Cheetah
At the mall open to close, call me Paul Blart
So many sticks up in this sh*t, the whip a golf cart
Jumped up in the field too quick, they called a false start
b*tches on my di*k, like, "What you pay Huch for that dog charm?"

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Cup full of kickstand, b*tch, I'm leaning
I can go and make some quick bands, then spend that sh*t in Neimans
You gon' end up in some quicksand, acting like a demon
I'm so f*ckin' high, gon' fly to Venus
I'm so motherf*ckin' 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 sh*t 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 sh*t coming like a psychic
I can't take him out in public 'cause he violent
All that yappin', when I see 'em, n*ggas silent
All my n*ggas really winnin', b*tch, come pick a boss
Last month, I was just broke, but now it's f*ck 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 sh*t that just might knock you out
Woke up to a play, checked my account, it was a large amount
Man, that b*tch 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 sh*t
Boy, these streets cold, how the hell you ain't got a blick?
Brown-skinned b*tch, cocoa butter and she kinda thick
You won't catch me with that b*tch 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 p*ss, boy, you smelling the Cheetah
At the mall open to close, call me Paul Blart
So many sticks up in this sh*t, the whip a golf cart
Jumped up in the field too quick, they called a false start
b*tches on my di*k, like, "What you pay Huch for that dog charm?"