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