Connect Four lyrics

[Intro: Quin NFN]
Hit a button, Morty, give me a beat (And [?] got the)
Oh, man, okay, alright, um (Kickin' that n*gga, ah, ah)
Ayy

[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
Hood n*gga came out the mud
I give you a feat' for a bowl, ayy, ayy
Spent 20K on some luggage
The other sh*t 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

[Verse 2: Lil Bre Da Young Beast]
How you rob a n*gga and he had a stick?
You ain't a shooter, n*gga, you a b*tch
These rappers pus*y, man, they really a lick
When it's war time, we sent a hit to a b*tch
Cooking dope with my eyes closed
Shoot big .40's at a pus*y n*gga
f*ck on that ho and then leave that b*tch
While you paying rent for some pus*y, n*gga

[Verse 3: Quin NFN]
I ain't no killer, don't push me, n*gga
They know I'm a fed and you n*ggas some rookie, n*gga
And I know you pus*y, n*gga
Had to stay on my flow, got the dough like a cookie, n*gga
My b*tch look like Snooki, n*gga
We T'd up anywhere, tell promoters to book me, n*gga (Come on)
Don't play like a bully, n*gga
'Cause I'm still in the 4 smokin' dope with a fully, n*gga (Brra)
[Verse 4: Lil Bre Da Young Beast]
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

[Verse 5: Quin NFN]
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 n*gga a runner
I'm in the field kickin' sh*t like a punter
I stacked through the winter to f*ck up the summer
Pull up with the pipe, get drained like a plumber

[Verse 6: Lil Bre Da Young Beast & Quin NFN]
Stacking blue faces, no Thotiana
I was in the hood, serving in a Honda
Got some young n*ggas that'll snatch your mama
Body in the woods, that's a cold summer
Cocaine white, blew out the brains
Talkin' Porsche [?], yeah, the b*tch insane
Bust it down, f*ck it, leave it plain
I've been drippin', n*gga, we is not the same (Ayy)
[Verse 7: Quin NFN]
Stay in my spot, gotta get it and go
That b*tch 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 n*ggas switch
I'm good from the three, lil' bro sent me a pic'
She can't get a dollar, but I'm givin' di*k
And they think I'm a plumber 'cause I'm with the sh*ts, gang, hold on

[Bridge: Lil Bre Da Young Beast]
All in my bag, got me talkin' my sh*t
I'm calling the gang if he talkin' that sh*t
All in my bag, got me talkin' my sh*t
I'm calling the gang if he talkin' that sh*t, n*gga

[Verse 8: Lil 2z]
I need them nachos, b*tch, 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
[Verse 9: Rap Beezy]
Stocked on gas, I don't need no fuel
Beat a n*gga ass, I don't need no tool
Why that n*gga 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
f*ck on your ho, bust a nut, then I dip
My n*gga just died, so R.I.P [?]

[Verse 10: Lil 2z]
Only f*cking with freaks, every b*tch that I got
I be putting my di*k in the back of they throat
If I call you my dawg and we ever get caught for some sh*t
Then your ass better lie under oath
I'm still puttin' money on my n*ggas books
I'm writin' 'em letters, I'm writin' 'em notes
I don't give a f*ck about Twitter or Insta'
I really get money, give a f*ck about a post

[Verse 11: Rap Beezy]
No new n*ggas, like, "Who is he?"
b*tch, 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 b*tch 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'

[Verse 12: Lil 2z]
Keep it a hundred like Benjamins
Light skin b*tch look just like cinnamon
n*gga 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 sh*t a little harder when sh*t was too easy
My b*tch started trippin' if she ever leave me

[Verse 13: Rap Beezy]
Stay with the strap 'cause it ain't no lackin'
Took of my hat 'cause it ain't no cappin'
If that n*gga pus*y, 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
b*tch, I'ma take your roof off
Make you feel like Rudolph
When I let the red dot come lay on your nose, n*gga