BabyTron – RIP Hutch Lyrics

RIP Hutch Lyrics – BabyTron (feat. Rico Nasty & Remble)

I ain’t taking you home, shit
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia
(Ayo, Mark A)

Off-White striped sweater, looking like I’m SpongeBob
Turnt now, fucked around and cranked that one knob
Shout-out gang, some shoot, some scam, some rob
In Heron Preston selling food, it’s a lunch line
Brodie off a bar, don’t get blew when it’s crunch time
Full swerving off the Wockiana, I don’t drunk drive
I’m tryna have a pistol fight, I’m finna up mine
Mirror tint up on the Cartis for the sunshine
Dog $hit Militia, gang know I’m on the frontline
Pouring up in my Moutain Dew while I’m in here counting blues
Living 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 working, bro and them was out lurking
Was jumping out of Strikers, now I’m jumping, crowd surfing
Shit, I’m jumping out of Germans, this a i8
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
Feeling like Sub-Zero, masked up in these ice chains
RIP Hutch, kit bust
Riding 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 taking all flesh, damn

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 dropping in my bald fade
We keep it cracking
He peep the scene then he start smacking
Let’s get it jumping
If Crash pulls up, we won’t say nothing
Nada, zero, I’m not bluffing
Two time hero, grandkids munchkins
Opps be sweet though, Starbursts, Gushers
Okay, see 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 look like Janet Jackson
OMG, this sitch was capping
I wouldn’t lie though, I might still smash her
She kinda fly so I just land her

You ain’t got no motion, you ain’t got no money, nigga
I just can’t sit still, I’m a fucking money getter
I speak facts, bitches copy, no printer
Keep this shit balling, never let the beat settle
[?] on my ass, pants too tight, I can’t even fit the racks
Only time I need a nigga when I need help with the bags
30K in one store cray with the fashion
Pockets big and fat like it’s new YZY GAP fit
Pink Balenciaga Croc boots like Patrick
Niggas old news, had to leave ’em in the past tense
“Rico, how you feeling?”, 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 serving 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 yo 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

This, suck on this
This for my bad bitches (Rico)
And bitch niggas only (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This for my money getters and big steppers
My pretty strippers only
Bitch
Rico, Rico
Yeah

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