Young n*ggas lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
n*ggas sellin' re-rock
I can hear the federalies tryna' eavesdrop
A hundred bands in the sneaks' box
I make a bad b*tch turn into a free thot
Lately I've been rollin' round in Cali with my n*gga YG and he a treetop
On my way to link up in Chicago with my n*gga Durk and get the thirty-three shot

[Hook: Lil Durk]

I'm just rollin' round I'm rollin' round my city
That bosstop that drop top my young n*ggas so wit it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Cheat code no fruit but my young n*ggas keep lemons
Cause I do it for the young n*ggas
I'm gettin' money with my young n*ggas
I'm totin' guns with my young n*ggas
And I told em' I'm the one n*gga

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
My young n*ggas 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 n*ggas I'on owe n*ggas
Don't talk money I show n*ggas
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 n*ggas '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 n*ggas 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

[Hook: Lil Durk]

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shootin' n*ggas on free time
pus*y n*ggas better rewind, back it up don't say it again
Gang sh*t, 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
n*ggas back up up in the Chi they kill for me yeah
n*ggas under Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug laws I call em' (?)
Cause you got a gun b*tch you still scary
Ain't win yet, don't put me in that jam n*gga
Ain't said sh*t, my young n*ggas gon' blam n*gga
Them K round sticks
And we on whoever, wherever anybody can get it
I'm wit' it yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]