Connect the Dots (feat. Yo Gotti and Rick Ross)

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 *****(you a *****)

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) oh

Yeah, nigga 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

Nigga I ball like Chris Paul

I switch it to Blake Griffin

They gon' blame 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

Link with the connect

And we collect them blocks (that white perico)

Running to a nigga 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 nigga 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

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 (**** it up, **** 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 ****ing gun

The goal is leave the hood

But not forget where you from

Connect the dots, connect the dots

Link with the connect

And we collect them blocks (that white perico)

Running to a nigga 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

****ing 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'? Nigga boy, go get a body bag

Renzel records with your Tina Turner contracts

Still war ready, never run with rats

Once again, the shit boys running rap

Connect the dots, connect the dots

Link with the connect

And we collect them blocks (that white perico)

Running to a nigga and collect his watch

When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top, woo! Ho!