[Intro: Meek Mill]
N***as sellin' re-rock
I can hear the federalies tryna' eavesdrop
A hundred bands in the sneaks' box
I make a bad bitch turn into a free thot
Lately I've been rollin' round in Cali with my n***a YG and he a treetop
On my way to link up in Chicago with my n***a 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***as so wit it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Cheat code no fruit but my young n***as keep lemons
Cause I do it for the young n***as
I'm gettin' money with my young n***as
I'm totin' guns with my young n***as
And I told em' I'm the one n***a

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
My young n***as 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***as I'on owe n***as
Don't talk money I show n***as
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***as '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***as 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***as on free time
Pussy n***as better rewind, back it up don't say it again
Gang shit, 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***as back up up in the Chi they kill for me yeah
N***as under Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug laws I call em' (?)
Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Ain't win yet, don't put me in that jam n***a
Ain't said shit, my young n***as gon' blam n***a
Them K round sticks
And we on whoever, wherever anybody can get it
I'm wit' it yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]