[Intro: Mill] Ooh, ooh This that Bompton shit Yeah,
[Hook: Mill] I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside (Westside westside westside) just tryna do it bigger like the best out, nigga And the looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) Might pull up on the corner that's my nigga And burn this bitch like, nigga, that's my nigga
1: YG] 4HUnnid nigga with that .40 on me Baller ammo, I got forty tho out [??] nigga with the pounds low He count on me when I move slow through [??] with all my niggas (my niggas) COme through popping all my niggas (my niggas) You seen how we looked last winter (last winter) You should've seen how we ate last I don't fuck with them Hollywood I don't fuck with Hollywood niggas In the game, I'm the keeper like [??] 'Cause all these rap niggas my niggas wanna get 'em Basic bitches came to this dick, no Basic bitches came to the clique, oh tryna have me on some sucker shit I'ma do it my way nigga, fuck the
[Verse 2: Mill] Came through the block with everything new Sipping that DS2 I fuck with him if he can't through They like, he alright but he you We like, five milli on the ship I was the richest on the tip Locked down the the and the robbers, going hard in it Open the gate, on the lift And now we headed to the westside, rolling in [??] shit in the backseat, it look like a [??] You gotta ask me Nigga, you ain't got You ain't talking money, I see you [??] with the You be only with niggas that be on cop shit I be only fucking with that get it popping You don't wanna see on of my face in the [??] up your corner over some nonsense
[Hook: Mill] I'm on the eastside with my westside niggas (Westside westside westside) We're just tryna do it like the best out, nigga And the feds looking, pray they catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) Might pull up on the like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like, nigga, that's my
[Verse 3: Dogg] Kill a real crip, get a bit on a nigga for some sillt shit A hundred four rounds the milli[??], yeah bang niggas who he really with (real) And we talk to no motherfucking law Cooked up, caked up, that raw, nigga through the city, give [??] Banging the loud or the silenser Leave him on the with his brains spilt out Tanners, scanners, peeled out to the set, no sweat, ducked off Come through the hood and you will get off Nigga, this's crip on my, two Don't give a fuck and we'll him one time, nigga you father, [??]cross you miss, your loss, we settin' it off
[Hook: Meek I'm on the eastside rolling with my niggas (Westside westside westside) just tryna do it bigger like the best out, nigga And the feds looking, pray they catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) Might up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch like, nigga, that's my nigga, word up