Hunxho – True Gremlin Lyrics

True Gremlin

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"True Gremlin." - Hunxho

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:33 am

Album: 4 Days In LA

Track No: 08

Bloody lines in the snow
Who's shot? I don't know
Can't you see I'm a sinner? Oh
Can't you see I'm a sinner? Oh
Telling me I gotta change my image
I done told my judge that I am not for killin'
I already did a year in jail before they sent me down, they had to say my sentencing
I feel like I gotta go harder, I'm already harder, how you save a Christian?
I ain't never been in no water
Neck flooded out, I'm already swimmin'
Before the war, I already ended it
Stealing cars, they just to hunt for enemies
She want cuddle, baby, I'm not into that
I'm not intimate
Beat the case, I'm just like Drew Findling
My brother spinnin', he a true gremlin
Corvette coupe with no ceilin' in
Pray I blackout, but no melanin
Give no fucks, I might go celibate
In the Ghost truck, do the floor pedalin'
My nose gone, I am not smellin' 'em
I stole guns, but I was not sellin' em
I'm hotheaded
All the jewelry I got got clarity
Gold gunned, they cannot bury me
Home run, they cannot bury me
No honey, you cannot marry me
Thuggin' everyday, I'm going down the wrong path
Yeah, I made it out, barely
Drop down, you gon' have to take the whole loud
Pussy, you is not scarin' me
**** eatin' but they dogs with 'em
And they all starvin', they was not sharin' it
I'm the one that put my dawgs on and let us all run it up, I'm not Harriet
Bloody lines in the snow
Who's shot? I don't know
Can't you see I'm a sinner? Oh
Can't you see I'm a sinner? Oh
Huh, I get green but this is not pear
This is not salad, this is not celery
I get blues, I had to put 'em up
This is for my son, his mama not for charity
Hellcat motor, this shit geeked up
I let the horses carry me, this not chariot
I tried out, if I fail, then I try again
****, this is not embarrassing
You know I'm deep in the streets
If it ain't discrete, then ****, I'm not for the marriages
****, I built this shit up
You think I built this shit just to watch it perish?
I grow veggies, the watch got karats
All in the bankroll, green got lettuce
I start this rap shit to swipe my debit
I come from the block, how did I get credit?
It ain't go there 'cause I didn't let it
Brand new mouth, got the stones embedded
Brand new house with the big ass bed
I got rich, I could never be like my daddy
Brand new Patek
Foreign lil' bitch with the fat ass
Butt prints wherever she sat at
Two-tone Cuban, the see-through skele'
I was just broke, now I met with the baddie
I be with Lil Dallas like I was a Maverick
I go with the beef good like I'm some cabbage
I don't write shit, punch it, I gotta jab it
I walk with everything, I got it heavy
Put up the money, bitch, I gotta manage
Sit down, know they can't stand it
Big old blood, but I put the blue pants on, I had to put on the bandage
Been through a lot
If you seen half of the shit that I seen, it'd leave you damaged
Dappered down with the Gucci goggles on
Bitch, I see the whole planet
I'm in the sea
Yeah, I got water on me
Bitch, I'm a whole salmon
These bitches eat
When they see me they bite down
Bitch, I'm a whole sammich
Bloody lines in the snow
Who's shot? I don't know
Can't you see I'm a sinner? Oh
Can't you see I'm a sinner? Oh

Writer(s): Ibrahim Dodo, Kevin Gomringer & Tim Gomringer.

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