Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Connect the Dots, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Wins & Losses, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
Connect the Dots |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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! |