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

**** selling re-rock

I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop

A hundred bands in the sneak box

I make a bad bitch turn into a free thot

Lately I've been rolling 'round Cali

With my **** YG and he a treetop (He a treetop, yeah)

On my way to link up out Chicago

With my **** Durk and get the 33 shot (Get the 33 shot, yeah)

I'm just rolling 'round, I'm rolling 'round my city

That boss talk, that dog talk, my young **** so with it (Got it)

And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches

G code, no fruit, but my young **** keep lemons

'Cause I do it for the young **** (For young ****)

I'm getting money with my young **** (My young ****)

I'm toting guns with young **** (Y'all wrap Phillie shit, ****)

And I told 'em I'm the one now

My young ****, they so with it

Big bag, they go get it

Get the drop, that's game time

Get rolled on, you don't roll with us

I don't know ****, I don't owe ****

Don't talk money, I show ****

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 **** a sweep your whole

Mother's side with that K

30 shots on 30 shots

We a run up on you, broad day

Lawyer money on lawyer money

My young **** okay

Banana clip, goin' ape, extendos in my bag

Stars all on my roof, hit the hood in that Wraith

I'm just rolling 'round, I'm rolling 'round my city

Got that 30 round, that 30 round and that semi

I'm just rolling 'round, I'm rolling 'round my city

That boss talk, that dog talk, my young **** so with it (Got it)

And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches

G code, no fruit, but my young **** keep lemons

'Cause I do it for the young **** (For young ****)

I'm getting money with my young **** (My young ****)

I'm toting guns with young **** (My young ****)

And I told 'em I'm the one now

Free 9, shooting **** on free time

Pussy **** better rewind

Back it up, don't say it again

Gang shit, we play to win

Play for keeps, Ikey hopping up out the Jeep

Lean knocking up out the sheets

Maybach sitting up behind the sheets, yeah

**** all up in the Chi kill for me, yeah

**** under Larry Hoover still love me, yeah

A couple drug laws, I call 'em peel back

'Cause you gotta gun, bitch, you still scary

Ain't ready yet, don't put me in that jam, ****

Ain't said shit, my young **** gon' blame you

Them carry round sticks and we on whoever

Wherever anybody can get it, I'm with it, yeah

I'm just rolling 'round, I'm rolling 'round my city

That boss talk, that dog talk, my young **** so with it (Got it)

And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches

G code, no fruit, but my young **** keep lemons

'Cause I do it for the young **** (For young ****)

I'm getting money with my young **** (My young ****)

I'm toting guns with young **** (My young ****)

And I told 'em I'm the one now