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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' like a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... hold up, up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies even shoot us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
Phil out them bandos
We ain't leavin' the brick's done
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it like a Brinks
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
Bitch you I done been fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the tint
I'm the nigga got one
Who the I gotta hide from?
Barcelini shotgun
with him, never mind nigga
Young niggas on Sigel
Word to Mack, they'll somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of my side of town
Bulletproof whip I ride around
talk shit when I'm not around
Wouldn't tell you that we run the
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the and we runnin' down
no runnin' now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, that
Niggas rappin', they ain't never nothin'
this hold that
I ain't lettin' niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the comin'
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers I've 'round
Got so much work out we might slim
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now
Diamonds dancin' like Mike
Shit shining like jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, now I ain't active
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
tell 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
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
money like a scammer
My young niggas in the whippin'
Whippin', large at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
Free my out the slammer
car, panther
Shorty call, never
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 Benz
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 cop money
All on the actin' like that you got money
We lookin' at you like you need to stop
You killin' yourself with lil' half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
You the type hopin' I fall, what you want, hater
'Member back I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers gon' 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 niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they got nothin' on us
Niggas that we never with
Run and tellin' people we fronted 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,
Head shot, cry
lookin', got an alibi
Lawyer money, nigga, time
Hold! They hit my nigga 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 Panamera
White bitch Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... with the...

I should have just run the rest...