Songtext That's my nigga Meek Mill

That's my nigga

Ooh, ooh
This that Philly Bompton shit
Yeah, haha

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
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
That's my nigga, word up

4HUnnid nigga with that .40 pound on me
Baller ammo, I got forty rounds tho
Cash out [??] 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 popping 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
Sipping that motherfucking 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 the 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 [??] shit
Double in the backseat, it look like a [??]
You ain't gotta ask me
Nigga, you ain't got shit
You ain't talking money, I see you [??] with the topic
You be only fucking with niggas that be on cop shit
I be only fucking with bitches that get it popping
You don't wanna see on of my niggas face in the [??]
Tear 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
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
That's my 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 (real)
And we don't talk to no motherfucking law
Cooked up, caked up, slanging that raw, nigga
Roll through the city, give [??]
Banging 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
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
That's my nigga, word up