[Intro: Mill] Ooh, ooh that Philly Bompton shit Yeah,
Meek Mill] I'm on the eastside rolling my westside niggas (Westside westside westside) just tryna do it bigger like the best out, nigga And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they catch my nigga) Might pull up on the corner like that's my And burn this bitch down like, nigga, that's my
1: YG] 4HUnnid nigga with that .40 on me Baller ammo, I got rounds tho Cash out [??] nigga with the low He count on me even when I slow Come through with all my niggas (my niggas) COme through popping all my niggas (my niggas) You should've how we looked last winter (last winter) You seen how we ate last dinner I don't with them Hollywood niggas I don't with them Hollywood niggas In the game, I'm the like [??] nigga 'Cause all these rap know my niggas wanna get 'em Basic bitches to suck this dick, no bitches came to fuck the clique, oh They tryna have me on 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 can't with him if he can't through They like, he alright but he you We like, milli on board the ship I was the richest on the tip down 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 got shit You ain't talking money, I see you with the topic You be only fucking with niggas be on cop shit I be only fucking bitches that get it popping You don't wanna see on of my niggas face in the Tear up corner over some nonsense
[Hook: Meek I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (Westside westside) We're just 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 like my nigga And this bitch down like, nigga, that's my nigga
[Verse 3: Snoop Kill a real crip, get a bit on a nigga for some sillt shit A hundred four when the milli[??], yeah bang niggas who he really with (real) And we don't to no motherfucking law Cooked up, caked up, slanging that raw, through the city, give [??] Banging the loud or the silenser him on the floor with his brains spilt out Tanners, scanners, bananas 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 bust him one time, nigga With you father, [??]cross you miss, loss, we settin' it off
[Hook: Mill] I'm on the rolling with my westside niggas (Westside westside westside) just tryna do it bigger like the best out, nigga And the feds looking, they don't 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