RIP HUTCH

[Intro: BBYKOBE]
Nigga, hold on, nigga
Uh, yeah

[Chorus: BBYKOBE]
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
Nigga, 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

[Verse 1: BBYKOBE]
Nigga, huh, iced out buffies, nigga, R.I.P. to Hutch
Money talk around this way, a lot of you niggas need to hush
He won't let his bitch play none of my songs, 'cause we used to hunch
Took your damn payment on the crib, blew that shit at lunch
She like, "Kobe, I wanna see your plaque", I'm like, "Bitch, which one?"
On the track, I swing for fences, a lot of you niggas need the blunt
I be meditating, but I'd still get you rolled to keep shit blunt
Gucci chrome to keep my spirits strong, this music shit get bleeped
***** tryna play like I'm not nice, I was writin' his verses during his peak
Niggas get drunk and start talkin' crazy, sober up, say they ain't mean it
And it still ain't no beef, just don't ever think shit's sweet, nigga

[Chorus: BBYKOBE]
Huh, 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
Nigga, 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, nigga? What we on then, nigga?
What we on then, nigga? What we on then, nigga?
What we on then?

[Verse 2: G.D.]
Spent the mansion up at Hutch, nigga try to call my bluff
I park my shit right in the front, hasty bring me out a slush
We who put the city on, still putting these niggas on
Showed you what type of hoes, 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 niggas tryna hang, they work for undercover
So much shit stuffed up in the spot, nigga, call a plumber
In Turks, nigga, hoppin' off the jet, I ain't bring no luggage

[Chorus: BBYKOBE]
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
Nigga, 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, nigga? What we on then, nigga?
What we on then, nigga? What we on then, nigga?
What we on then?
What we on then?
What we on then?
What we on then?
What we on then?
Bitch!