Текст песни: Connect the Dots (Meek Mill )

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, gang!
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang!
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang!
Ayy!
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Brand new Glock .40 with a ladder in that bitch,
Thirty-two deep so it don’t matter who you get,
All my niggas hittin’, it don’t matter who you with, We gon’ whack you if you tellin’, it don’t matter if you snitch.
You done told on your homie, you a pussy,
In the kitchen with the Pyrex, bakin’ cookies,
Every time you see me out, I got it with me,
Bendin’ through that Bentley truck, they couldn’t miss me,
Bought his baby mama a Patek, now that nigga wanna kill me,
Yeah, bitch, I’m talkin’ 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!
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots, connect the dots,
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks, Runnin’ to a pussy and collect his watch,
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top, woo!
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Let’s talk about the trap, let’s talk about the streets,
You looked up to Jordan, we looked up to Meech, Clean a nigga block, leave that bitch bleached,
Spend a half a quarter on a pair of sneaks.
What type of boss is you? You gave your dawg a Draco, Real bosses put their dawgs on the payroll.
Drop Rolls Royce, that’s a don, nigga,
I got pumpkin seats, them bitches orange, nigga. We CMG grizzly, we just sold out the forum,
Yeah, hit a button on that new don and watch it 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. 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 fuckin gun,
The goal is leave the hood but not forget where you from.
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots, connect the dots,
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks, Runnin’ to a pussy and collect his watch,
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top, woo!
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
All about the timing and I’m feelin’ so correct,
Got all these diamonds, bitches say I seem possessed,
You scared of violence so you gotta cut the check,
We always stylin’, 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, Pack up your bags, mama, your lil’ son is shit,
We impeachin’ niggas then we hit them with the blitz.
Speakin’ 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,
Fuckin’ 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 livin’ 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 runnin’ rap.
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots, connect the dots,
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks, Runnin’ to a pussy and collect his watch,
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top, woo!

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Исполнитель: Meek Mill

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