RIP HUTCH

****, uh, ****

Uh, yeah

I'm on what my city on, I'm tryna bring that feeling home

Don't be actin' brand new, 'cause you got new titties on

****, this ain't no track team, why you take them sprinters home?

Know the street gon' love this 'cause I'm on what my city on

****, huh

Iced out buffies, ****, R.I.P. the hutch

Money talk around this way, a lot of you **** need to hush

He won't let his bitch paint on my songs, 'cause we used to hunch

Took your damn payment on the crib, blew that shit at lunch

She like, "Come, I wanna see her play", I'm like, "Bitch, which one?"

On the track, I sweep a fence, a lot of you **** need to blunt

I be meditating, but I still get you road to keep shit blunt

Gucci callin' to keep my spirits strong, this music shit get bleeped

Bitch, I play like I'm not nice, I was writin' his verses during his peak

These good joints start talkin' crazy, so bruh, say they ain't mean it

And it still ain't no beef, just don't ever think shit sweet, ****

Yeah, I'm on what my city on, I'm tryna bring that feeling home

Don't be actin' brand-new 'cause you got new titties on

****, this ain't no track team, why you take them sprinters home?

Know the street gon' love this 'cause I'm on what my city on

What we on then, ****? What we on then, ****?

What we on then, ****? What we on then, ****?

What we on then?

Spent the mansion up at Hutch, **** try to call my bluff

I park my shit right in the front, hasty bring me out of slush

We who put the city on, still putting these **** on

Showed you what type of hos, even down to your cologne

You boys will get the super belt, love cubs put shit under

Yo' bitch ain't really shit to me, I might fuck but never love her

Man, this bitch the bravest, wanna sit up like a fucking hummer

Watch these nude **** tryna hang, they work for undercover

So much shit stuffed up in the spot, ****, call a plumber

****, hoppin' off the jet, I ain't bring no luggage

Yeah, I'm on what my city on, I'm tryna bring that feeling home

Don't be actin' brand-new 'cause you got new titties on

****, this ain't no track team, why you take them sprinters home?

Know the street gon' love this 'cause I'm on what my city on

What we on then, ****? What we on then, ****?

What we on then, ****? What we on then, ****?

What we on then?

What we on then?

What we on then?

What we on then?

What we on then?

Bitch!