Four Horsemen lyrics

[Intro: Quadeca]
Huh? Okay

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
Everybody tryna get a piece off of my f*ckin' pie
I'm the sauce, why they leavin' me off to the f*ckin' side?
Why you want the smoke? You obviously gonna die
This sh*t a walk in the park, but I'm not gonna let it slide
Okay, I forgot your name, I think I'm sufferin' from old age
All these rappers are actin' in this sh*t, they doing role plays, all day
Choosin' how I'm eatin', like Chipotle
Put my moves on that b*tch, and then she lookin' like olé, huh?
Back to the matter at hand
I'm hearin' my name like it's a chatter at hand
I been gettin' hits like I'm the batter at stand
Movin' like I'm Drake and then they back-to-back, man
Everybody they wanna know
How I took it to the top with the rest, so I hit a flow
And I'm really on to these b*tches, I think they not gonna listen
But I can promise I'm givin' it 'til I'm hittin' the door, so you know
Clock winds down, it's ready to blow
Got your bags packed, 'cause I think I'm ready to go
I got ahead of my friends since I got ahead of my foes
Yeah, I went rogue and I ain't no regular Joe

[Chorus: Crypt & Dax]
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are comin' up
All you other b*tches get up under us
So we the Four Horsemen, here to f*ck you up
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are comin' up
All you other b*tches get up under us
So we the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up (It's Dax!)
[Verse 2: Dax]
One, two, three, four
Yeah, you know I'm 'bout to make this sh*t simple (Hahaha)
Three n*ggas on a song with a G.O.A.T.​ (C'mon)
And a random-ass beat, turn this motherf*cker to a hit single (Hoo)
I done made it out the gutter, on my mother, Tarzan-ed in the jungle
Now, I got the money stacked, like a Pringle (Bow, bow)
So, you better swipe right for the night, have God in your life
'Cause I’m piping something off ChristianMingle, facts! (Amen!)
Who you know got a di*k make a b*tch do a flip
Like she doing gymnastics? ("Uh!")
I could make a whole kitty stretch like a warm up
Prior to NBA team doing practice ("Oh my God!")
I can turn a gay b*tch straight, like you drawing wit' a ruler
In them geometrical type of a classes (Look at that!)
I could make a-
Let's just say I could make a lot of sh*t happen, my n*gga (It's Dax!)

[Chorus: Crypt & Scru Face Jean]
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are comin' up
All you other b*tches get up under us
So we the Four Horsemen, here to f*ck you up ([?])
You don't really wanna f*ck with us (It's your boy Scru, y'all)
We the next dudes who are comin' up (I'm officially outta the woods)
All you other b*tches get up under us (Who wanna fight right now?)
So we the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up (Aw man)
[Verse 3: Scru Face Jean]
b*tch, I'm a dragon, played in parks that were Jurassic ([?], uh)
When it got drastic, sh*t got tragic (Aw man)
Yeah, they'll split ya cabbage, see, you got trashed because you garbage
All that rappin' got you ravished (Do-do-do, do-do-do-do)
You minor infractions, since twenty-one, my sh*t was savage
I told 'em I's a Knife, then stab him (Aw man)
Ya' toes, I'ma tag ’em, ain’t talkin' roasts, but I'ma drag him
Right to the wolves, and let them have him (Aw man)
Fizza be swaggin', you n*ggas jackin' like Aladdin (Aw)
Without a genie, I make magic (Woo!)
You slow lil' bast*rd, you spoke 'bout Ratchets, hope you have it
Or get to duckin', like a mallard (Do-do-do, do-do-do-do)
This b*tch sing a ballad, wildin', punchin' while I’m battlin'
Like, "Oh, you mad because I'm stylin'?” Huh? (Drrr!)
Oh, you mad 'cause I ain’t silent? Huh? (Drrr!)
Just be glad that I ain’t violent, facts (Aw man)

[Chorus: Crypt]
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are comin' up
All you other b*tches get up under us
So we the Four Horsemen, here to f*ck you up
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are comin' up
All you other b*tches get up under us
So we the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up
[Verse 4: Crypt]
Time to go fishin', I'm on a mission to bring in b*tches
With my disses, I got 'em trippin', I'm in they mentions
Think that Crypt is the one that's fibbin'
When I say that I'm on top of the game and one of the best in the business (Pow-pow-pow-pow!)
I throw my lines out and I grab 'em with the hook (Get hooked)
Reel them in and throw 'em on they own grills to be cooked (Get cooked)
And I fillet 'em until they resemble their own look
I give 'em a zero on the scales, then I leave them shook (Woo, hoo!)
You don't wanna battle me
Matter fact, it'd be kinda like a queen to a rook (Hoo, rook)
You can only move in one direction
But I take over everything that you wish you could (Hoo)
Throw me to the wolves, and I'll return leadin' the pack
Blood slippin' out my teeth, 'cause I ate them all as a snack
They got big barks, but no heart, they pussies, like cats
And now I run that b*tch with the dead alpha male on my back (Hoo)
Everybody here can example skills that they have
And we'd put an end to these b*tches out here thinkin' that they can rap
We like a group of people walkin' into a chapel, no cap
Attackin' any bast*rd that's wack, we gettin' in our bag, so feel the wrath (Hoo)
Of the Four Horsemen, a force that is for sure to be gorin' sh*t
Leavin' corpses in an assortment of portions to send to the morgue and Crypt
And this a warning hit, the coroner reportin' this
Crypt, Dax, Scru, and Quad committin' murder recordin' this

[Chorus: Crypt]
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are comin' up
All you other b*tches get up under us
So we the Four Horsemen, here to f*ck you up
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are comin' up
All you other b*tches get up under us
So we the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up