Young N****s (feat. Meek Mill)

Niggas sellin' re-rock I can hear the federalies tryna' eavesdrop A hundred bands in the sneaks' box I make a bad bitch turn into a free thot Lately I've been rollin' round in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop On my way to link up in Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the thirty-three shot I'm just rollin' round I'm rollin' round my city That bosstop that drop top my young niggas so wit it And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches Cheat code no fruit but my young niggas keep lemons Cause I do it for the young niggas I'm gettin' money with my young niggas I'm totin' guns with my young niggas And I told em' I'm the one nigga My young niggas they so wit it Big bag, they go get it Get the drop that's game time Get rolled on you don't roll wit' us I'on know niggas I'on owe niggas Don't talk money I show niggas Don't talk work cause I live that You talk work get kidnapped like yeah! We ain't got no love for that other side no way Young niggas 'a sweep ya whole mother's side with that K Thirty shots on thirty shots we 'a run up on ya broad day Lawyer money on lawyer money my young niggas okay Banana clip going ape, stendos in my bag Stars all on my roof, hit the hood in that wraith I'm just rollin' round, I'm rollin' round my city Got that thirty round, that thirty round and that semi Free 9, shootin' niggas on free time Pussy niggas better rewind, back it up don't say it again Gang shit, we play to win Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin' up out the Jeep Lean knockin' up out the sheets Maybach sittin' up behind the sheets yeah Niggas back up up in the Chi they kill for me yeah Niggas under Larry Hoover still love me yeah A couple drug laws I call em' (?) Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary Ain't win yet, don't put me in that jam nigga Ain't said shit, my young niggas gon' blam nigga Them K round sticks And we on whoever, wherever anybody can get it I'm wit' it yeah