Connect It Lyrics

Yeah

They Like

They Like, "Pyro Watchu..."

Yeah

When loyalty tests, most gonn' fail the exam

They not hustlers

They liars that fell in love with the scams

I fell in love with the grams

Wrapping the rubber bands

Get the product gone

Then you resupply the demand

We on route

From New York to the O

Then we drive to Miami and get it all off of the boat

And I ain't talking the coke

We got gas bags

Enough money to fill up a whole pack of them glad bags

I got a line with the Russians to get you pounds of the plat

I got homies in Maine that get you jars of the wax

And I got Hittaz everywhere that are willing to get you whacked

Way before the gelato we been filling up backpacks

And unloading the duffles

Ever think to cross the sset

That's a load full of trouble

I was trapping in them alleyways, a load full of rubble

Now PGS startin' to pop shit we making it bubble

The movement hot, yeah

We still keeping it subtle

Still maneuver thru the jungle, raised by apes and the lions

Same niggas claim they plugs, the same niggas we supplying

Like why is you lying

You know we got the best in the city

If you really want the best then get with me

For them checks, yeah you know it get gritty

Late nights me and .... all we had was them bags and a semi

I'm talking Florida

We making flips in Kissimmee

Yeah

I'm taking trips to Kissimmee

We out in Florida

I'm making flips in Kissimmee

We racing Jags

We got Beamers

We got Porsches

We might back out the Bentley