Hut

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 it's 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 of 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, oh
Please take a pic for me that boy got so much sauce, oh
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, yeah
Came with all the stock, hey, mm, yeah
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 it's lit
If I get bored
I'ma just go to the mall, pull up, bool with the kids (big bool)

Aah ye, ye, ye, 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 poppin'
Wait hold up, like me 'cause I'm dark skinned
I'm workin' hard and shit, ye, it gets so hard to sleep, ye, huh, ay, yeah
Jumpin' like Jordan, nah, nah, jumpin' like Harden, shit, ye
Ain't no one harder, uh

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 it's lit
If I get bored, I'ma just go to the mall, pull up, bool with the kids



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Writer(s): Sihle Sithole, Jeremiah Beyer
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