Nina lyrics

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

[Verse 1: 441Guttah]
pus*y n*gga still get punched, he don't get in line
Bougie n*gga, finna go to brunch with a cutie pie
I'll have my b*tch beat your— (Nah, look)
Ayy, I'll have my b*tch beat your b*tch, 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 b*tch, 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*gga Blue Dollas out that max, I done seen that
I done seen n*ggas get stomped, seen n*ggas flat
Stab a n*gga 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 b*tch 'cause she told me you was Minute Maid
I'm a civilized n*gga, 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 sh*t suck, ain't no 808s
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
b*tch, let me stand up 'fore you suck it—
b*tch, let me stand up 'fore you—
b*tch, let me stand up— alright, I got it this time, watch this
Let me stand up 'fore you suck my di*k, I'm finna break your face
Told my mama, "f*ck some Ritz, taste better when you make my plate"
All my money not legit, can't just throw that sh*t 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*gga Quan
AR pistol chamber .556, make him hit the Quan
My b*tch keep beggin' me to cash her, I ain't f*ckin' 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*ggas that'll put some cheese on you, turn you to a Lunchable
I know some n*ggas 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 b*tch'll make you put that heater down, this a .308
This b*tch'll chop a f*ckin' cedar down, point it to your face
I got n*ggas 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*gga body in Devil's Lake, know he dead weight
f*ck 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
b*tch, take off that lacefront, I'm tryna see your head shape
(Throw her in the fire, I'ma blaze a b*tch)
I'll let her drown in my p*ss, I can't save a b*tch
b*tch tried to say a n*gga foul, no, I made the b*tch
Knowin' that she did a good job done made me hate the— yeah
[Outro: 441Guttah]
Why you do that, homie?
Dumb-ass n*ggas