That's My N**** (with Meek Mill, YG & Snoop Dogg)

Ooh, ooh

This that Philly-Bompton shit

Yeah, haha

I'm on the Eastside rollin' with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)

We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)

And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)

Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga

And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up (nigga, that's my nigga)

I'm a 4HUnnid nigga with that .40 pound on me

Baller ammo, I got 40 rounds though

Cash out Keenon nigga with the pounds low

He count on me even when I move slow

Come through Compton with all my niggas (my niggas)

Come through poppin' with all my niggas (my niggas)

You should've seen how we looked last winter (last winter)

You should've seen how we ate last dinner

I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas

I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas

In the game, I'm the keep it right, nigga

'Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna get 'em

Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no

Basic bitches came to fuck the clique, oh

They tryna have me on some sucker shit

I'ma do it my way nigga, fuck the script

Came through the block with everything that's new

Sippin' that motherfuckin' DS2

I can't fuck with him if he ain't true

They like, "He alright, but he ain't you"

We like, five milli' on board the ship

I was the richest nigga on the tip

Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it

Open the gate, jump on the lift

And now we headed to the Westside, rolling in some hot shit

Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick

You ain't gotta ask me, nigga, you ain't got shit

You ain't talkin' money, I see you done switched the topic

You be only fuckin' with niggas that be on cop shit

I be only fuckin' with bitches that get it poppin'

You don't wanna see one my niggas face in a stockin'

Spray up your corner over some nonsense

I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)

We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)

And the feds looking pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)

Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga

And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up

Can a real crip, get a lil' bit?

Dump on a nigga for some silly shit

A hundred four rounds when the milli' kick, yeah

Gang bang niggas who he really with (Crip!)

And we don't talk to no motherfuckin' law

Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, nigga

Roll through the city, of violence

Bangin' with the loud or the silencer

Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out

Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out

Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off

Come through the hood and you will get fucked off

Nigga, this's crip on my, two times

Don't give a fuck and we'll bust him one time, nigga

What y'all thought? We criss to cross

You miss, your loss, we settin' it off

I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)

We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)

And the feds looking pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)

Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga

And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up