[Intro: Vegas and Dutchie]
You don't even need this honestly...
Yo yo yo yo...YO!
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Send your little soldiers to my door
And watch them fall down
Fall down
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
If you wish to test me start a war
And watch them fall down
Fall down
[Verse 1: Young Dutchie]
I-I k** anything i feature in
Yeah you know I'm bound to win
On another level with some b**hes and my closest friends
Young Dutchie making money and sometimes my flow irrelevant
Young Dutchie making money and you know that he be spending it
n***as tried to hop me in school, it didn't work
Cuz Young Dutchie got a rule and its "f** wit him, get murked"
Imma stay ahead of the game, you stay in last place
You a disgrace to every place just look at your face
You know im gettin f**ed up and im bout to roll a fatty yo
Hoppin on these goons and eating mushrooms like im Mario
Say i can't rap then its probably ya stereo
I only wanna be famous so i can make that cheddar doe
Ridin through my hood and im just doing my own thang
Every time i bump my track these f**ing b**hes go insane
I be on top of the list, i be ahead of the game
You better run for your life, i think im goin insane
Wha**up?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Mr. Vegas Rap]
Trust me dutchie and me just don't play wit this sh**
Thats why we came in this b**h
And we ain't planning to dip
Until we famous and rich
And i ain't changin for sh**
I got my name on a chain
And your dame on my dick (word?)
Hand on the throttle, while my foot on the gas
Imma put on my mask
And f** whats good in the past
You either get stabbed up wit a knife or murdered with an uzi
You mad cuz your wife done turned into a groupie
Yo its vegas you know the name not the story
Aimed for the glory
And if i dont make it, I'mma taking
All my f**in poor peeps and my 4 g's back home with me
b**h please!
[Hook]
[Skit/Verse 3: King Ultimatum]
Wait wait wait, hold up...who THE fu*k took my USB drive?! That sh** had my whole album on it! Nah nah nah nah we can't do this, Dutchie hold the mic [gun co*ks] think we do this sh** for free? Matter fact yo yo what you doing?! f** you mean you cleaning its mad clean in here! You know what? f** it [gun shot]...
[clears throat]
They handin me the ball, guess what im not finna pa** it
Tell me why Lil' Wayne has an open casket
I'll shoot it in the basket, my whole crew is relaxin
Vegas, Dutchie, Ultimatum, my lineup's f**in cla**ic
They say hip hop is dead, back up and let me save it
My anger's piling up, look at the monster you've created
Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3, hut 4
Ultimatums here and he's kickin down your doors
Rippin nails up out the floors, what the f** you waiting for?
Cause you only got one shot, its no different than before
Even if i show these b**hes what i have in store
They'll still represent me, they'll be coming back for more
Jesus Christ, i dont need this life
Im just a profit with the pen thats always bleeding through the mic
So come and send your soldiers down right now
Cause your gonna see me laugh as they all fall down
[Hook]