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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
through like a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... hold up, up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
Phil movin' out bandos
We ain't leavin' 'til the done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
to ride with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the in the Maybach
I even got the tint for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I hide from?
Barcelini shotgun
Shooters with him, mind nigga
Young niggas on Sigel
to Mack, they'll rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my side of
whip when I ride around
Niggas talk when I'm not around
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, niggas out of
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', they ain't never nothin'
this hold that
I ain't lettin' niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas foreign whips
You can the load 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 Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my turn friends now
Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson
Shit shining like Mike's
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I ain't
Can't me that I ain't swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm with broads in
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
money like a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
my dawgs out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I really understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz
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 like you need to stop
You killin' yourself with that lil' a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
You the type hopin' I fall, that's you want, hater
'Member back when I was broke? I had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler more Rollies
I don't think these niggas man
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never with
Run and tellin' people that we 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,
shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! They hit my Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my ain't dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All Panamera
White bitch Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I should have run with the rest...