Toomuchmates - Connect Lyrics

Ayy, bitch I put my mothaf*ckin'
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 mothaf*ckin' 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
F*cked 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 mothaf*ckin'
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 muthaf*ckin' freak show
A f*ckin' 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
Mothaf*cka' 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 f*ck
They might've voted for Trump

3-1-3 boy
Looking like a decoy
Telling me I deploy
Come up on that mothaf*cka' destroy
Ayy boy, you decoy, you feline
This one take, not three tries
I tell a bitch that my f*ckin' mind is
Ayy, wait, wait, wait
That's on my connect
That's on my connect
That's on my co-ugh
(Ugh, ugh)