Hutch Charms

[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?"