Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Connect Four , by - Rap BeezyRelease date: 14.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |