ATGE - Fall Down lyrics

[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]