Hut Lyrics

Hut Lyrics by BLXCKIE

Ye, uh, came out the streets cold 
Looking like snow, ski (brr)
Baby girl ain’t no snack at all
More like a course dish
If you get swag like this I ain’t mad at all
Niggas can copy its lit
If I get bored, I’ma just go to the mall
Pull up, bool with the kids (big bool)

I don’t got enemies
Just a couple niggas hating 
Cause I’m moving fast and they move like centipedes
Bitch I’m on top the list, talk with a lisp
The grill disturbing me
Hitting that bitch from the back
She say relax, that shit be hurting me

They see me they like oh my gosh, ooh
Please take a pic for me that boy got so much sauce, ooh
Got some extra energy, took a sprint from the back
Straight to the front
Went to the farm to get me some medicine
Still gotta trap, trap out the hut, hey

Mmm, working around the clock, hey, mm
Came with all the stock, hey, mm
Gotta control the block, mm, hey
And I’m calling all the shots, hey, mm

Mm, mm, I want all the smoke, talking bout choo choo
Niggas want beef let’s go, I can go wild, I got a screw loose
I got no stress at all, I feel alright, everything bool bool
Cool like ice cream, niggas that's two scoops
Came in with all the drip, l'ma need rice, lookin like stew stew
CIB for life, put that on me, put that on you too
Ye, ye, ye, niggas hear that I can see they scared
Get to rackidy racks and share
I was down bad, ain’t nothin there

Ye, uh, came out the streets cold 
Looking like snow, ski (brr)
Baby girl ain’t no snack at all
More like a course dish
If you get swag like this I ain’t mad at all
Niggas can copy its lit
If I get bored, I’ma just go to the mall
Pull up, bool with the kids (big bool)

Ahhhhh ye, ye, ye, ye
Ye, got a bitch wet wet, ye, just like a dolphin, ye
I was in the trap, going out sad, came out saucing, ye
I’m the type of nigga make a whole hit then don’t drop it
Office flow I'm bossin, like me cause I’m popping
Wait hold up, like me cause I’m dark skinned
I’m workin hard and shit, ye, it gets so hard to sleep, ye
Jumpin like Jordan, nah, nah, jumpin like Harden, shit, ye
Ain’t no one harder

Ye, uh, came out the streets 
Cold looking like snow, ski (brr)
Baby girl ain’t no snack at all
More like a course dish
If you get swag like this 
I ain’t mad at all, niggas can copy its lit
If I get bored, I’ma just go to the mall
Pull up, bool with the kids