[Intro: 441Guttah]
(Mama, Monte makin' beats again)
Huh
810
Gang, gang, 441, ayy, look (Beat by Phan70m)

[Verse 1: 441Guttah]
Pussy n***a still get punched, he don't get in line
Bougie n***a, finna go to brunch with a cutie pie
I'll have my bitch beat your— (Nah, look)
Ayy, I'll have my bitch beat your bitch, pull her 'Zillians out
A couple big homies from the set can pull a million out
I'ma spank you, said you can't be hot and bust zippers down
Lil' ugly-ass bitch, let me see it, pull them nipples out
I ain't got a thousand dollars for a phone, I pulled a Cricket out
'Cause I ain't got no time to rap, chillin' where the fiends at
I be countin' up chicken, fiends askin' where the cream at
Beat it down from the back, I put it where her spleen at
Free my n***a Blue Dollas out that max, I done seen that
I done seen n***as get stomped, seen n***as flat
Stab a n***a eighty times 'cause of pride, let me get that jack
Cuttin' up, I done made a batch of porno, we can catch a fade
I just poured a three inside a ginger ale lemonade
Nah, I just hit your bitch 'cause she told me you was Minute Maid
I'm a civilized n***a, but I'll smoke you if you in the way
You get penalized playin' foul, shoot him, that's a fadeaway
I'm the kid that was known with the chop, can't throw the K away
Told my producer that shit suck, ain't no 808s
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Bitch, let me stand up 'fore you suck it—
Bitch, let me stand up 'fore you—
Bitch, let me stand up— alright, I got it this time, watch this
Let me stand up 'fore you suck my dick, I'm finna break your face
Told my mama, "Fuck some Ritz, taste better when you make my plate"
All my money not legit, can't just throw that shit up in Chase
Gotta save your pape' 'cause the feds'll try to build a case
I just want my homies to get rich like that n***a Quan
AR pistol chamber .556, make him hit the Quan
My bitch keep beggin' me to cash her, I ain't fuckin' Quon
Just because I'm up don't mean you up, you better get a job
Just because you got that heat on you, don't get too comfortable
I know some n***as that'll put some cheese on you, turn you to a Lunchable
I know some n***as that keep pills on 'em, Cliff Huxtable
And I keep the steel on me, turn you to a vegetable
441, Babyfxce, beat her down, 808
This bitch'll make you put that heater down, this a .308
This bitch'll chop a fuckin' cedar down, point it to your face
I got n***as callin' me the reaper now, point you to your grave

[Verse 3: 441Guttah]
I told Babyfxce E he next up, they in the way
Drop a n***a body in Devil's Lake, know he dead weight
Fuck around and get yourself crossed, not a head fake
Told dog I'll drop the whole house, then he said, "Wait"
I really got fiends speed racin' just to get the skates
Bitch, take off that lacefront, I'm tryna see your head shape
(Throw her in the fire, I'ma blaze a bitch)
I'll let her drown in my piss, I can't save a bitch
Bitch tried to say a n***a foul, no, I made the bitch
Knowin' that she did a good job done made me hate the— yeah
[Outro: 441Guttah]
Why you do that, homie?
Dumb-ass n***as