Yo Gotti, Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Connect the Dots lyrics

Yeah, gang
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang ayy

Brand new Glock 40 with a
Ladder in that bitch (Okay)
32 deep so it don't matter who you get
(No way) all my niggas hittin'
It don't matter who you with (Okay)
We gon' whack you if you tellin'
It don't matter if you snitch
You done told on your homie, you a pussy
(You a pussy)
In the kitchen with the Pyrex, baking cookies
(Cookin' work)
Every time you see me out, I got it with me
(Know I got it)
Bending through that Bentley truck
They couldn't miss me
Bought his baby mama a Patek now
That nigga wanna kill me (Oh man)


Yeah, bitch I'm talking fifty
If I stand up on my money
They can't never overlook me
White come straight from 'cross the border
You can never overcook it
This that raw, this that raw
Bitch I ball like Chris Paul
I switch it to Blake Griffin
They gon' bang that shit on y'all
Homie said that he a Blood
We gon' paint that shit on dawg
Told my bro to bring his hit
We gon' hang it on the wall
All my shooters trained to go
They've been waitin' on my call
They've been waitin' on that ring to pull
That thing and chop it off
To knock you off, brrrt!

Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Link with the connect and
We collect them blocks (That white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot
Disconnect his top, woo!

Let's talk about the trap
Let's talk about the streets (What's up)
You looked up to Jordan
We looked up to Meech (Meech)
Clean a nigga block
Leave that bitch bleached (Brrrt)
Spend a half a quarter on a pair of sneaks
(Whoo) what type of boss is you? You
Gave your dawg a Draco (Draco, Draco)
Real bosses put their dawgs on the payroll
(Payroll, payroll)
Drop Rolls Royce, that's a don nigga
(Don nigga)
I got pumpkin seats, them bitches orange
Nigga (Hermes)
We CMG grizzly, we just sold out the forum
Yeah, hit a button on that new
Don and watch it transform (transform)
Yeah, you been misinformed
Think you can disrespect the king and
Hate don't come with harm
Quarter milly on the diamond chain, no charm
Milly Rockin' in the kitchen
Tryna make it form (Fuck it up, fuck it up)
My religion get this money
Christian or Islam
And my tradition send the money
Soon they said it's bond and my lifestyle
Don't leave your house without
Your fucking gun
The goal is leave the hood but
Not forget where you from

Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Link with the connect and
We collect them blocks (That white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot
Disconnect his top, woo!

All about the timing and
I'm feeling so correct
Got all these diamonds
Bitches say I seem possessed
You scared of violence so you
Gotta cut the check
We always styling so my niggas fresh to death
No need for wallets
Ball that shit up in my fist
Get out the projects
That's the first one on the list (Mama)
Pack up your bags, mama your lil son is shit
(Mama) we impeaching niggas then we hit
Them with the blitz speaking in silence
It's okay to talk in code
It's still lil' Boobie Boys and
Gotta shout the zoes
We one of one therefore I
Tailor made the clothes
I got the dome setted on D's and the lows
Still fly commercial but I don't do TV shows
Fucking a actress so she gotta play the role
You seein' money, what you know
You see the most
Versace diners at a Donatella toast
Black in a 'Vetty, got IG out
Watchin' post
They gave him life for living life
That boy was sauce
Who you fadin'? Pussy boy, go get a body bag
Renzel records with your
Tina Turner contracts
Still war ready, never run with rats
Once again, the dope boys running rap

Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Link with the connect and
We collect them blocks (That white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot
Disconnect his top, woo!