Connect the Dots Meek Mill (Ft. Rick Ross & Yo Gotti)

[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 (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!