Connect
Ayy, bitch I put my mothafuckin'
Ayy, yay
All of my bitches exotic
All of my fit is a profit
I tell that hoe that I got it, god
Ayy, oh my god
Bitch I put my mothafuckin' seat back
All the way to 1989 when I'm ridin'
Vinny Johnson mixed with the young Dennis Rodman
Flick a light, heat a wood quick till' my conscious
Unresponsive, Mates smokin' on collages
Face drips
Down to my laces
Y'ont know mates
But my Instagram famous
Fucked my ratio up
Following all of my temptations
All of my sensations
We live in a place where you go to va-cay
Wait, wait, wait
Only here for the holiday hun
Hobbies you shouldn't take up
Molly I'm all the way up
Put a tab under my tongue
Love is a hell of a what
Drug, they call me the plug
I bag a dime in my sheets
Boy I been at it for three weeks
Don't get any sleep
Preach, preach
All they lookin' at me big meech
All with ease
I'ma see you on yo mothafuckin'
Knees hoe
Yo knees hoe
I got bitches on my inglo'
But I don't need those
See me grippin' it what u reach fo'
Gone keep those
Mates muthafuckin' freak show
A fuckin' freak show
(I-I)
Told that bitch that she could keep that
Delete that
I-G with the heat back
Gone n' creep that
Dennis Rodman with my seat back
I peep that
Bust a wood I'ma peel that
Feel it feel that
Till' I relax
Momma been wonderin' my whereabouts
Welcome I don't wanna wear it out
Window seal I'm staring out
Telling me they wanna pair me now
With somebody who got nobody but myself
I don't wanna talk about my wealth
Mothafucka' wanna come for my-belt
My hoe top shelf boy
Telling me I be-that
I don't really wanna go relax
I'ma stack three plaques
Mates gone pipe it up
Go ahead enlighten us
Stan Smith's white as fuck
They might've voted for Trump
3-1-3 boy
Looking like a decoy
Telling me I deploy
Come up on that mothafucka' destroy
Ayy boy, you decoy, you feline
This one take, not three tries
I tell a bitch that my fuckin' mind is
Ayy, wait, wait, wait
That's on my connect
That's on my connect
That's on my co-ugh
(Ugh, ugh)
Ayy, yay
All of my bitches exotic
All of my fit is a profit
I tell that hoe that I got it, god
Ayy, oh my god
Bitch I put my mothafuckin' seat back
All the way to 1989 when I'm ridin'
Vinny Johnson mixed with the young Dennis Rodman
Flick a light, heat a wood quick till' my conscious
Unresponsive, Mates smokin' on collages
Face drips
Down to my laces
Y'ont know mates
But my Instagram famous
Fucked my ratio up
Following all of my temptations
All of my sensations
We live in a place where you go to va-cay
Wait, wait, wait
Only here for the holiday hun
Hobbies you shouldn't take up
Molly I'm all the way up
Put a tab under my tongue
Love is a hell of a what
Drug, they call me the plug
I bag a dime in my sheets
Boy I been at it for three weeks
Don't get any sleep
Preach, preach
All they lookin' at me big meech
All with ease
I'ma see you on yo mothafuckin'
Knees hoe
Yo knees hoe
I got bitches on my inglo'
But I don't need those
See me grippin' it what u reach fo'
Gone keep those
Mates muthafuckin' freak show
A fuckin' freak show
(I-I)
Told that bitch that she could keep that
Delete that
I-G with the heat back
Gone n' creep that
Dennis Rodman with my seat back
I peep that
Bust a wood I'ma peel that
Feel it feel that
Till' I relax
Momma been wonderin' my whereabouts
Welcome I don't wanna wear it out
Window seal I'm staring out
Telling me they wanna pair me now
With somebody who got nobody but myself
I don't wanna talk about my wealth
Mothafucka' wanna come for my-belt
My hoe top shelf boy
Telling me I be-that
I don't really wanna go relax
I'ma stack three plaques
Mates gone pipe it up
Go ahead enlighten us
Stan Smith's white as fuck
They might've voted for Trump
3-1-3 boy
Looking like a decoy
Telling me I deploy
Come up on that mothafucka' destroy
Ayy boy, you decoy, you feline
This one take, not three tries
I tell a bitch that my fuckin' mind is
Ayy, wait, wait, wait
That's on my connect
That's on my connect
That's on my co-ugh
(Ugh, ugh)
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Writer(s): Jeremy Matras
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