4 Piece lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
Alright (It's a Wayne beat)
Yeah, what up, Wayne?
Ghetto Boyz sh*t
You know what the f*ck—
Alright

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I was just at Golden Sun askin' Gary 'bout this diamond link
Rose gold presi' two-tone, look white and pink
Nowadays, five or six hundred for a bite to eat
Purple face in the AP, now it's time to drink
If it ain't a Trackhawk, I won't drive the Jeep
n*gga drunk a green pint and kicked the bucket, he died cheap
Wanna see me make a hundred K? Give me five weeks
Tryna drop an EP in two hours, send me five beats

[Verse 2: King Ca$hes]
Potato on thе barrel leave a n*gga cookеd like fries be
Whole script of pills, pass 'em to the hoes like Cosby
I want twenty-five, you want four, then I'll take ninety
Cincinnati dried up, new spot KY me
n*ggas know who to play tough with, they fake rowdy
I just smoked eight eighths of A1, the place cloudy
I just bought two pints of Wockhardt for eight thousand
I just spent six slips on one shirt, I hate browsin'
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just made a hundred racks and bought eight houses
You just bought a fake pint for two racks, you fake drowsy
Soon as I woke up, I find an eight, now I ain't grouchy
Finna start puttin' the hundreds on the scale, I hate countin'
Half-a-million-dollar n*gga eatin' Mickey D's
You gon' let me pay you for the sex or you want snacks? You gon' trick or treat?
Oh, you tryna suck di*k? Well, hit your knees
Drop the top on the 'Vette, bein' extra, it's fifty-six degrees
I'm gettin' money, I can't let no broke n*gga get to me

[Verse 4: King Ca$hes]
Poured a six in a one, bein' extra, it's just me and E
That's only two cups, do the math, that's a three a piece
My young dog up two hundred off EDD
I just hurt a b*tch feelings in fashion, Chrome Heart
Drink 'til I dose off, Wockhardt, no Par
Paint pics, Van Gogh, come classic, Mozart
Bad b*tch call cryin', hang up, don't start

[Verse 5: GrindHard E]
My young dog ain't never had no job, he do B&Es
Twenty-four percent THC in my weed, you smokin' CBD
I ain't never did no scam, what the f*ck is EDD?
Two pints of Wockhardt we just drunk, it's just me and Ri
Irritated, arguin' with my b*tch, so I went to sleep
Fell off two or three times, I'm still on my feet
Smoked a zip and poured a four last night, it was only me
b*tch, you worried about the wrong sh*t, come roll my weed
[Verse 6: GrindHard Rerock]
Get an opp b*tch burnt, then I lit her n*gga
Pull up and drop out the window, I'm tryna litter, n*gga
I'll slide down and wipe your nose, but I won't use no tissue
Y'all share that gun, split the pole like y'all superstitious
Yeah
We the only ones throwin' shots, how you gon' get the picture?
Never mind, you don't understand, you don't get the picture
If gang pull up shootin' K's, ain't nobody missin'
I might be lyin', 'cause the news said somebody missin'

[Verse 7: GrindHard E]
Bareface, if they see me do it, I'ma kill the witness
Pull up to a n*gga front door like a Jehovah Witness
You a goofy, when you slide, they gon' know you did it
Dropped on an opp— alright
Dropped on an opp, I ain't killed him, called his phone, let him know I did it
I just poured a deuce up, hold on, no, I didn't
I just poured some dirty-ass pop with a four 'cause it's been a minute

[Verse 8: GrindHard Rerock]
Hit they block and chop it up like it's been a while
You would think we got a farm, we got forty cows
n*gga, can you take thirty shots out a .40 cal?
All you gotta do is room her and she gettin' down
We gon' call that b*tch a rumor how she get around
Heard he a stand-up n*gga, the chopper sit him down
If it ain't 'bout no money, I can't sit around
Tryna come up, I don't need no b*tch to hold me down