Connect Four - Rap Beezy, Quin Nfn, Lil Bre Da Young Beast

Hood nigga came out the mud

I give you a feat' for a bowl, ayy, ayy

Spent 20K on some luggage

The other shit went to my clothes, ayy, ayy (RaeSam on the beats)

VV’s on me, now I’m cold

Bro got out on parole, ayy, ayy

Lil' Jimmy got out, now it’s on

I smell like a blunt and cologne, ayy, gang

How you rob a nigga and he had a stick?

You ain’t a shooter, nigga, you a bitch

These rappers pussy, man, they really a lick

When it’s war time, we sent a hit to a bitch

Cooking dope with my eyes closed

Shoot big .40's at a pussy nigga

Fuck on that ho and then leave that bitch

While you paying rent for some pussy, nigga

I ain’t no killer, don’t push me, nigga

They know I’m a fed and you niggas some rookie, nigga

And I know you pussy, nigga

Had to stay on my flow, got the dough like a cookie, nigga

My bitch look like Snooki, nigga

We T’d up anywhere, tell promoters to book me, nigga (Come on)

Don’t play like a bully, nigga

'Cause I’m still in the 4 smokin' dope with a fully, nigga (Brra)

Straight up out the trenches, don’t know how to act

Out of Guatemala, Hollywood it’s where it’s at

If the plug frontin', I’ma run it back

In the trap breakin' down a hundred pack

Catch a flight, send it over night

If it land, ooh, thank Jesus Christ

I’m from where the gangsters only talkin' right

And if you talking wretched, you can lose your life

Whole lotta time and a whole lotta patience

I pull up slangin' iron when he send his location

OG in my wood, got my eyes looking Asian

I’m still in the hood tryna slide and I made it

He claim he a boss, but that nigga a runner

I’m in the field kickin' shit like a punter

I stacked through the winter to fuck up the summer

Pull up with the pipe, get drained like a plumber

Stacking blue faces, no Thotiana

I was in the hood, serving in a Honda

Got some young niggas that’ll snatch your mama

Body in the woods, that’s a cold summer

Cocaine white, blew out the brains

Talkin' Porsche, yeah, the bitch insane

Bust it down, fuck it, leave it plain

I’ve been drippin', nigga, we is not the same (Ayy)

Stay in my spot, gotta get it and go

That bitch a dime, I’ma hit it and go

The chopper same size, it’s a midget for sure

Treat the blunt like a Swisher, we split it and blow

And I can’t trust a soul 'cause I know niggas switch

I’m good from the three, lil' bro sent me a pic'

She can’t get a dollar, but I’m givin' dick

And they think I’m a plumber 'cause I’m with the shits, gang, hold on

All in my bag, got me talkin' my shit

I’m calling the gang if he talkin' that shit

All in my bag, got me talkin' my shit

I’m calling the gang if he talkin' that shit, nigga

I need them nachos, bitch, overload 'em

Pull out them titties, I might motorboat 'em

Chopper crank up like a Dodge Jimmy Mobile

Dodge on a ho, finna hit me a floater

And I stand on two like a scooter

Lil' baby a freak, she can eat the whole ruler

Got tired of winnies and noodles

And we stocked on gas, I don’t need no fuel

Stocked on gas, I don’t need no fuel

Beat a nigga ass, I don’t need no tool

Why that nigga trippin'?

I don’t need no food

But the way that I’m drippin', I don’t need no pool

I’ma Gucci my clothes and foreign my whip

Hop on a flight, get bored and I trip

Fuck on your ho, bust a nut, then I dip

My nigga just died, so R.I.P

Only fucking with freaks, every bitch that I got

I be putting my dick in the back of they throat

If I call you my dawg and we ever get caught for some shit

Then your ass better lie under oath

I’m still puttin' money on my niggas books

I’m writin' 'em letters, I’m writin' 'em notes

I don’t give a fuck about Twitter or Insta'

I really get money, give a fuck about a post

No new niggas, like, «Who is he?»

Bitch, my top off, cool with me

When it’s up, it stuck with

We will be at your door like Uber Eats

And I stay with the rocket, I feel like Harden

And that bitch like Gina, I feel like Martin

You say you want smoke?

I beg your pardon

I send you to God, you feel like you startin'

Keep it a hundred like Benjamins

Light skin bitch look just like cinnamon

Nigga too gay, too feminine

Gave a few racks to mama and told her don’t mention it

I feel like a mobile and I feel like I’m Breezy

I can get you a verse, it can get you up easy

Make shit a little harder when shit was too easy

My bitch started trippin' if she ever leave me

Stay with the strap 'cause it ain’t no lackin'

Took of my hat 'cause it ain’t no cappin'

If that nigga pussy, then I’m not nappin'

Come with the racks 'cause I’m not rackin'

Come from the trap, we play with the bowls

Just like 2z, stay on your toes

Bitch, I’ma take your roof off

Make you feel like Rudolph

When I let the red dot come lay on your nose, nigga