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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' through like a
Summertime them 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a brush
Phil out them bandos
We ain't leavin' the brick's done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
to ride with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the bust
Bitch you claiming I done fuck
You ain't even trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the tint
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I gotta hide
Barcelini shotgun
Shooters with him, never nigga
Young niggas on Street
Word to Mack, rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my side of
Bulletproof whip I ride around
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 now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, that
Niggas rappin', ain't never sold nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't lettin' these hold nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the load
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a now
I'm still rockin' the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much work out we might slim
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
in a Rolls Royce
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 summer here, nigga
We up
Litted, it's
Philly!

I'm with broads in
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' money a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
law and the scammers
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, never
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and they
I really understand rappers
Niggas on bandwagons
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the wagon
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna it up and bring it way back
You in the and spending your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' like you got money
We lookin' at you you need to stop money
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a block
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want,
'Member when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
bands, added up
We money, they mad at us
At the buyin' more Rollies
I think these niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
that we never fuck with
Run and tellin' people that we on 'em
Nigga made me put a 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
money, nigga, buyin' time
Hold! They hit my nigga in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All black
White bitch named
White and black, she a
and black, she a panda
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should have just run the rest...