Lil Durk – Young N****s (feat. Meek Mill) Lyrics

Young N****s

Lil Durk (feat. Meek Mill)

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"Young N****s." - Lil Durk (feat. Meek Mill)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 04:37 pm

Album: They Forgot

Track No: 06

**** selling re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
A hundred bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a free thot
Lately I've been rolling 'round Cali
With my **** YG and he a treetop (He a treetop, yeah)
On my way to link up out Chicago
With my **** Durk and get the 33 shot (Get the 33 shot, yeah)
I'm just rolling 'round, I'm rolling 'round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young **** so with it (Got it)
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
G code, no fruit, but my young **** keep lemons
'Cause I do it for the young **** (For young ****)
I'm getting money with my young **** (My young ****)
I'm toting guns with young **** (Y'all wrap Phillie shit, ****)
And I told 'em I'm the one now
My young ****, 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 ****, I don't owe ****
Don't talk money, I show ****
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 **** a sweep your whole
Mother's side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots
We a run up on you, broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money
My young **** okay
Banana clip, goin' ape, extendos in my bag
Stars all on my roof, hit the hood in that Wraith
I'm just rolling 'round, I'm rolling 'round my city
Got that 30 round, that 30 round and that semi
I'm just rolling 'round, I'm rolling 'round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young **** so with it (Got it)
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
G code, no fruit, but my young **** keep lemons
'Cause I do it for the young **** (For young ****)
I'm getting money with my young **** (My young ****)
I'm toting guns with young **** (My young ****)
And I told 'em I'm the one now
Free 9, shooting **** on free time
Pussy **** better rewind
Back it up, don't say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hopping up out the Jeep
Lean knocking up out the sheets
Maybach sitting up behind the sheets, yeah
**** all up in the Chi kill for me, yeah
**** under Larry Hoover still love me, yeah
A couple drug laws, I call 'em peel back
'Cause you gotta gun, bitch, you still scary
Ain't ready yet, don't put me in that jam, ****
Ain't said shit, my young **** gon' blame you
Them carry round sticks and we on whoever
Wherever anybody can get it, I'm with it, yeah
I'm just rolling 'round, I'm rolling 'round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young **** so with it (Got it)
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
G code, no fruit, but my young **** keep lemons
'Cause I do it for the young **** (For young ****)
I'm getting money with my young **** (My young ****)
I'm toting guns with young **** (My young ****)
And I told 'em I'm the one now

Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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