[Intro: Lil Durk]
(London on da Track)
Meek, what up, brodie? L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
N***as sellin' re-rock
I can hear the federales tryna eavesdrop
A hunnid bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I've been rollin' out in Cali with my n***a YG and he a Tree Top (He a Tree Top, yeah, let's get it, L)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my n***a Durk and get the thirty-three shot (Get the thirty-three shot, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Durk & Meek Mill]
I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round my city (Let's get it)
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young n***as so with it (Gang)
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young n***as keep limits
'Cause I do it for the young n***as (My young n***as)
I'm gettin' money with my young n***as (My young n***as)
I'm totin' guns with my young n***as (Chiraq, Philly shit, n***a, my young n***as)
And I told 'em I'm the one, n***a (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young n***as, 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 n***as, I don't owe n***as
Don't talk money, I choke n***as
Don't talk work 'cause I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye
We ain't got no love for that other side, no way
Young n***as'll sweep your whole mother side with that K
Thirty shots on thirty shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young n***as okay (Ayy)
'Nana clip goin' A (Ayy)
Extendos in my Bape (Ayy)
Stars all on my roof (Roof)
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round in my city
Got that thirty round, that thirty round in that semi, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round my city (Let's get it)
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young n***as so with it (Gang)
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young n***as keep limits
'Cause I do it for the young n***as (My young n***as)
I'm gettin' money with my young n***as (My young n***as)
I'm totin' guns with my young n***as (My young n***as)
And I told 'em I'm the one, n***a (Let's get it)

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free Nine, shoot n***as on free time (Brr, baow)
Pussy n***as better rewind (Gang)
Back it up, don't say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin' up out a Jeep (Jeep)
Lean knock him up out his sheets (Sheets)
Maybach sittin' behind the sheet, yeah (Skrrt)
N***as all up in the Chi kill for me, yeah (Baow)
N***as under Larry Hoover still love me, yeah (Gang)
A couple drug lovers, I call 'em pill babies (Call 'em pill babies)
'Cause you got a gun, bitch, you still scary
Ain't ran yet, don't put me in that jam, n***a
Ain't sayin' shit, my young n***as go ham, n***a
K round stick
And we on whoever, wherever, anybody can get it, I'm with it, yeah, yeah (Let's get it)
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round my city (Let's get it)
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young n***as so with it (Gang)
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young n***as keep limits
'Cause I do it for the young n***as (My young n***as)
I'm gettin' money with my young n***as (My young n***as)
I'm totin' guns with my young n***as (My young n***as)
And I told 'em I'm the one, n***a (Let's get it)