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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

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

[Part 2:

This summer right here,
We up
Litted, it's
Philly!

I'm with broads in
Bunch of and the Fanta
of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' money like a
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
Free my dawgs out the
Black car,
call, never answer
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I don't really understand
Niggas on bandwagons
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the wagon
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
Tryna it up and bring it way back
You in the club and spending your cop
All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got
We lookin' at you like you need to stop
You killin' yourself with that half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
You the hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back when I was I only had one hater
These suckers gon' you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' Rollies
I think these niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never fuck
Run and people that we fronted on 'em
Nigga made me put a on you
Do you dirty, put the on you
never stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop
run up on you
Dead bodies,
Head shot, cry
lookin', got an alibi
Lawyer money, nigga, time
Hold! hit my nigga Chino in his head
Hold! him to LIV my nigga ain't dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All black
bitch named Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I should have run with the rest...