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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' through a nunchuck
bring them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... hold up, up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies wouldn't even us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
Phil out them bandos
We ain't leavin' the brick's done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
Just to with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the trenches in the
Fuck I even got the tint
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I hide from?
Barcelini shotgun
Shooters with him, never nigga
Young niggas on Street
to Mack, they'll rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof when I ride around
Niggas talk shit when I'm not
Wouldn't you that we run the city
But we movin', say we joggin' now
Hit the and we runnin' down
Ain't no now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, that
Niggas rappin', they ain't sold nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't lettin' these niggas nothin'
Summertime, niggas foreign whips
You can tell the comin'
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers I've been
Got so work out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my turn friends now
Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
Can't tell me that I swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' money a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
Duckin' law and the
Free my dawgs out the
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I don't really understand
Niggas jumpin' on
All these got my pants saggin'
63s on the wagon
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and bring it way
You in the club and spending your cop
All on the 'Gram actin' that you got money
We lookin' at you you need to stop money
You killin' yourself that lil' half a block money
I got go to the mall and get what I want paper
You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want,
'Member back when I was I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own
Hundred bands, up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler more Rollies
I don't think these man enough
them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
Niggas that we fuck with
Run and tellin' that we fronted on 'em
made me put a hundred on you
Do you dirty, put the on you
Shots stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop
run up on you
Dead bodies,
shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! hit my nigga Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my ain't dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All black
White bitch Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should have run with the rest...