Yeah, gang! Chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, gang! Chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, gang! Ayy, brand new Glock .40 with a ladder in that bitch (okay) Thirty-two 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' away) 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 Work come straight from 'cross the border, you can never overcook it This that raw, this that raw Bitch I ball like it's Paul Hart Since they took that Griffin [??] they gon' blame that shit on y'all Homie said that he a blood, we gon' paint that shit on door Told my bro to bring his hit, we gon' hang it on the wall All my shooters tryna 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 (brr) 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 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 (brrr) Spend a half a quarter on a pair of sneaks (woah) 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 pocket 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 to 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 All about the timing and I'm feeling so correct Got on 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 bliff Speaking in silence, it's okay to talk in code It's still lil' booby boys, and gotta shout the zoes We one of one therefore I tailor-made the clothes I got the Don 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 and a Donatella toast Black in a 'Vetty, got YG 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, whoo, ho!