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[Part 1: Sixteen]

Turn me up some
I told Barcelini if them niggas they gon' suffer
I'm up a hundred every day
You how I play!

Skinny nigga in the Benz
through like a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... hold up, up
How can niggas go us?
Cold wouldn't even shoot us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
Phil movin' out them
We ain't leavin' 'til the brick's
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it like a Brinks
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
I even got the tint for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the I gotta hide from?
ridin' shotgun
Shooters with him, mind nigga
niggas on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
side of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I ride
Niggas talk shit I'm not around
Wouldn't you that we run the city
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the city and we runnin'
Ain't no runnin' now, out of bounds
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', they ain't sold nothin'
this hold that
I ain't these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas foreign whips
You can tell the load
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers been 'round
Got so much out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
Shit shining like Mike's
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
Can't me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

This right here, nigga
We up
Litted, litted
Philly!

I'm with in Atlanta
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' like a scammer
My young niggas in the whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
Duckin' law and the
Free my dawgs out the
car, panther
Shorty call, never
20 in the mansion
on me and they dancin'
I don't understand rappers
Niggas on bandwagons
All these got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and it way back
You in the club and spending cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' that you got money
We lookin' at you like you to stop money
You killin' yourself with lil' half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the type I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back when I was I only had one hater
These gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
bands, added up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the buyin' more Rollies
I don't think these niggas man
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they got nothin' on us
Niggas that we never fuck
Run and tellin' people that we on 'em
made me put a hundred on you
Do you dirty, put the on you
never stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop
run up on you
Dead bodies,
shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, time
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga ain't
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All black
White bitch Samantha
White and black, she a
and black, she a panda
Whippin' the... with the...

I should just run with the rest...