YG - That's My n***a lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Ooh, ooh This that Philly Bompton sh** Yeah, haha [Hook: Meek Mill] I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside n***as (Westside westside westside) We're just tryna do it bigger like the best out, n***a And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my n***a (I pray they don't catch my n***a) Might pull up on the corner like that's my n***a And burn this b**h down like, n***a, that's my n***a [Verse 1: YG] 4HUnnid n***a with that .40 pound on me Baller ammo, I got forty rounds tho Cash out [??] n***a with the pounds low He count on me even when I move slow Come through [??] with all my n***as (my n***as) COme through popping with all my n***as (my n***as) You should've seen how we looked last winter (last winter) You should've seen how we ate last dinner I don't f** with them Hollywood n***as I don't f** with them Hollywood n***as In the game, I'm the keeper like [??] n***a ‘Cause all these rap n***as know my n***as wanna get 'em Basic b**hes came to s** this dick, no Basic b**hes came to f** the clique, oh They tryna have me on some s**er sh** I'ma do it my way n***a, f** the script [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Came through the block with everything that's new Sipping that motherf**ing DS2 I can't f** with him if he can't through They like, he alright but he ain't you We like, five milli on board the ship I was the richest n***a on the tip Locked down the the k**ers and the robbers, going hard in it Open the gate, jump on the lift And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some [??] sh** Double in the backseat, it look like a [??] You ain't gotta ask me n***a, you ain't got sh** You ain't talking money, I see you [??] with the topic You be only f**ing with n***as that be on cop sh** I be only f**ing with b**hes that get it popping You don't wanna see on of my n***as face in the [??] Tear up your corner over some nonsense [Hook: Meek Mill] I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside n***as (Westside westside westside) We're just tryna do it bigger like the best out, n***a And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my n***a (I pray they don't catch my n***a) Might pull up on the corner like that's my n***a And burn this b**h down like, n***a, that's my n***a [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] k** a real crip, get a lil' bit Dump on a n***a for some sillt sh** A hundred four rounds when the milli[??], yeah Dang bang n***as who he really with (real) And we don't talk to no motherf**ing law Cooked up, caked up, slanging that raw, n***a Roll through the city, give [??] Banging through the loud or the silenser 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 f**ed off n***a, this's crip on my, two times Don't give a f** and we'll bust him one time, n***a With you father, [??]cross you miss, your loss, we settin' it off [Hook: Meek Mill] I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside n***as (Westside westside westside) We're just tryna do it bigger like the best out, n***a And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my n***a (I pray they don't catch my n***a) Might pull up on the corner like that's my n***a And burn this b**h down like, n***a, that's my n***a, word up