Connected
Lyrics
No cap
You know them pints come sealed, you connected (real talk)
Ayy, they don't like but they respect it
Yeah, 10K for breakfast, I love fuckin' up the extras (bitch)
Nickel with a dick on it (baow)
Rap bitch, watch me pick on him, big homie (yeah)
Nothin' less than a brick on me
Young nigga but I love fuckin' with them 80's
Four pockets full, all these bitches want a baby
Dropped out of school, I was too much into money
Shoes never laced, bitch, you'll never see me runnin'
Now lift that ass up (yeah), bitch now drop it (yeah)
Why I'm in the hood, probably 'cause I'm coppin' (dog food)
Hellcat or a Track' it don't matter, I got options (skrr)
Fuck her from the back, she love suckin' dick sloppy (ugh)
Straight to Amiris, I was never into Robins, at all
My niggas get the party started without a DJ (say what? No cap)
We on some gang shit, these niggas know how we play (come on, yeah)
She know lil' Poody run the game, this not EA (come on)
Record her suckin' dick, just to keep it on replay (ow, ow, ow, ow)
She gon' do it for the 'gram, a few likes and a couple views (buss it down)
But she got it twin sister, they bad as fuck, I'm like, "Which one to choose?" (Ayy, ayy)
No matter however we do it, no wrong or right, I cannot lose
Say I'm livin' life, fuckin' on sight, when she the blues, yeah
I can tell she wanna fuck by how she lookin'
Probably pay her rent, the only way to get the pussy
Life been kinda hard, she don't drink but she do bars
Don't forget your shift tomorrow, might as well hire five
I just blew a mill' on my mama, not lyin' (on my mama)
Heard she top four, heard the pussy top five
Reach for a chain, baow, shots fired
I don't care, that ain't my bidness, I don't even play with niggas
We had the- in the corner store, backed in with two choppas (yeah)
You know some niggas who gon' spin, I got a few partners (come on)
I dropped the addy, just to see what he gon' do 'bout it (shit)
Yeah, I'm the sickest with this shit, go get the flu doctor (I swear)
He fresh out of the dog pound, and went and copped the new color
A million dollar nigga won't even shoot a bitch two dollars (yeah)
But that ain't even it, remember my pockets full with lint (ayy)
I'm flexin' like I bent, I hate to say but I'm full of shit (yeah)
We parked the Audi truck and went and copped the Range Rover (I swear)
Yeah, they two different truck, I think they got the same motor (come on)
The lil' bitch hit my line, told her pull up, and she came over (yeah)
I swear the bitch so dumb, she gave me head and left her brain over (look, uh)
He skipped a few counties, that nigga hidin', he went MIA (pussy)
The coupe got no ceiling just like Lil Wayne, but we roll with Drakes
Every Glock hold a Curry, you think these bitches came from Golden State (come on)
These steppers, they veterans, gotta make sure that my soldiers straight
Writer(s): Calvin Puckett Jr., Dion Marquise Hayes, Robert Lee Perry Jr.
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave
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