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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' like a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... hold up, up
How can go against us?
Cold wouldn't even shoot us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
Phil movin' out them
We ain't leavin' 'til the done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
to ride with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
Bitch you I done been fuck
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the tint
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini shotgun
Shooters with him, mind nigga
Young on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North side of my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I ride
Niggas talk when 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'
no runnin' now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', ain't never sold nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't lettin' these hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' whips
You can tell the load
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas dickridin' niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still with the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much out we might slim down
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
Diamonds dancin' like Mike
shining like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
Can't tell me that I swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm with broads in
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' money a scammer
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', large at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I don't understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All these bands got my saggin'
63s on the wagon
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and 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 to stop money
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a block
I got that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the type hopin' I fall, 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' more
I don't these niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
Niggas we never fuck with
Run and tellin' that 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,
shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an
money, nigga, buyin' 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 Vanity
All Panamera
White bitch Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... with the...

I should have run with the rest...