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

Connect Four

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