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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

[Part 2:

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

I'm with in Atlanta
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' like a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', large at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they
I really understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All these bands got my saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm for the payback
62s in the pot,
whip it up and bring it way back
You in the and spending your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' that you got money
We lookin' at you you need 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 broke? I only had one
suckers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' Rollies
I don't think niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got 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
Shots 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 in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga ain't
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All Panamera
bitch named Samantha
White and black, she a
and black, she a panda
Whippin' the... with the...

I have just run with the rest...