Lyrics BETTY WHITE - Connxtion

(Hold up)
(Woah)
(Woah, woah)
(How do you)
(This aint no)
(This aint no peggy b-)

That one night we was robbing stealing
Aint no popping pillys
We was mobile
We keepin it constant
Constanatinople
Coulda been booked like barnes n noble
When they pulled us over

99 aint no stack baby
(Betty White)
You aint my sons
Yall my crack babys
(Get it right)
You drive me crazy
I drive mercedes
You spend my money
But you ride me daily tho
Switch the radio
Bitch im underground, bitch im paleo
Flicks with granny
Flicks with family
Sipping baileys tho
Whats up with yo head?
This the nappiest ive ever Been
Whats up with yo bread?
This the happiest ive ever been
Ever since, i met a bitch

And she badder than malifecent
I represent all them WEST COAST
Cus they based off me
Motherfuckers cut from the same cloth
But they stay soft
Stay downy
Breaking bad
Cus we cooking in the winnebago, county
Smooth criminal like jackson
When i rob blind from pacsun
99 aint no stack son

Grind all fucking day am to the pm
Living life so cray, like its carpe diem
What else can i say, people wanna be em
BOW BOW BOW onamonopiea
Yall dont wanna see a motherfucker win
Im the realest
You wont feel this typa shit again
Imma serve like its wimbledon
On my genghis khan shit
Go and kiss the ring
Cus i guess im on my don shit
Revenge is on my plate
Always weighing on my conscience
Bitches say i ate
Never did that ramadan shit
My death is gon be faked, its the only option
My wealth gon be raked, money on the lawn shit
Best dressed, im the only one
Less stressed, ceremony done
Live forever, my shits eternal
Like fuck time, let the rollie cum
This my era
Bitch
Im tony mung

Rapping with the ones i grew up with
Since middle school days
Fuck with us and you dumb bitch
Blowing gas like birthday candles
18+ made a wish
And my girl bad as hell
Never call her my bitch
Im with the shits
No flatulence
Im counting chips
(I got like 8 dollars)
On my way to college
Im a midwest scholar
Dont like to solve shit
I create mad problems
The way im stomping on the game
Could call me igoudala
And im spitting on the track
Like a pissed off llama
Way im floating out the room
On some grade A zaza
Crispy in this shit
Like a fresh tostada
Bitches hounding me for shit
And i give them nada