Hut Hut Lyrics

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