RIP Hutch

[Intro: BabyTron]

I wonder, if I take you home

Would you still be in love, baby?

Because I need you tonight

I wonder, if I take you home (I ain't taking you home, shit)

Would you still be in love, baby? (Home, home)

Because I need you tonight (Home, home)

ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia

(Ayo, Mark A)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

Off-White striped sweater, lookin' like I'm SpongeBob (Brr)

Turnt now, fucked around and cranked that one knob

Shout-out gang, some shoot, some scam, some rob

In Heron Preston sellin' food, it's a lunch line

Brodie off a bar, don't get blew when it's crunch time (Fuck)

Swervin' off the Wockiana, I don't drunk drive (Shit)

I'm tryna have a pistol fight, I'm finna up mine (Damn)

Mirror tint up on the Cartis for the sunshine

Dog $hit Militia, gang know I'm on the frontline

Pourin' up in my Moutain Dew while I'm in here counting blues

Livin' like Tom Cruise, see an opp, I'm hopping out the coupe

I just gotta let my chain dance, she gon' put that mouth to use

Penthouse MIA at the Fontainebleau

I was out workin', bro and 'em was out lurkin'

Was jumping out of Strikers, now I'm jumpin', crowd surfin'

Shit, I'm jumpin' out of Germans, this a i8 (Skrrt)

Drip God, throw this shit on, then I fly away

In here popping Perkys like I'm tryna fight a migraine

Cuddy in here serving glass, he pull it out the ice tray

Got it off the hustle, off the muscle, I ain't buy fame

Feelin' like Sub-Zero, masked up in these ice chains

R.I.P. Hutch, kit bust

Ridin' in a foreign sticked up, switched up

Been a while since I been down 'cause I been up

Four grams of the runtz, only roll up big blunts

Look, I don't got a stutter problem when I talk wet

Would've thought I came from Niketown, I got all checks

Better call next, we got now, get the ball checked

7.62s, if they hit, they takin' off flesh (Brr), damn

[Verse 2: Remble & Rico Nasty]

Throwing twos up in y'all face

Deuce-deuce falling in my pants, you would assume I had a small waist

Short temper even when a nickel had a long day

Loose screw, sound like penny droppin' in my bald fade

We keep it crackin' (Crackin')

He peep the scene then he start smackin' (Smackin')

Let's get it jumpin' (Jumpin')

If Crash pulls up, we won't say nothin'

Nada, zero, I'm not bluffing

Two time hero, grandkids munchkins

Opps be sweet though, Starbursts, Gushers

OKC how they get thundered

Pesos, euros, I clear baggage

Chicken, chili, Gouda, cabbage

She got keester, rump, wagon

Jeepers creepers, face was nasty

Said she looked like Janet Jackson

OMG, this citch was capping

I wouldn't lie though, I might still smash her

She kinda fly so I just land her (Rico)

[Verse 3: Rico Nasty]

You ain't got no motion, you ain't got no money, nigga

I just can't sit still, I'm a fuckin' money getter (Yeah)

I speak facts, bitches copy, no printer (What?)

Keep this shit boilin', never let the beat simmer

Mugler on my ass (Yeah)

Pants too tight, I can't even fit the racks (Yeah)

Only time I need a nigga when I need help with the bags

Thirty-K in one store, Curry with the fashion (What?)

Pockets big and fat like it's new Yeezy GAP fit (Uh-huh)

Pink Balenciaga Croc boots like Patrick (What?)

Niggas old news, had to leave 'em in the past tense (Huh?)

"Rico, how you feelin'?" Ho, I'm feeling like that bitch

I feel so cute when he spend a bag on me

I feel so cute, took yo' nigga and his homie

I been servin' looks, I don't ever need tips

If you don't like me, you can suck two dicks

I feel so cute when he spend a bag on me

I feel so cute, took your nigga and his homie

I been serving looks, all hits, I don't miss

If you don't like me, you can suck on this

[Outro: Rico Nasty]

This, suck on this

This for my bad bitches (Bitch, Rico)

And bitch niggas only (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)

This for my money getters and big steppers

My pretty strippers only

Bitch

Rico, Rico

Yeah