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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' like a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... hold up, up
How can go against us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a lint
Phil out them bandos
We ain't leavin' the brick's done
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the trenches in the
Fuck I even got the for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I gotta hide
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters with him, mind nigga
Young niggas on Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North side of my side of town
Bulletproof when I ride 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 city and we runnin'
Ain't no runnin' now, out of bounds
Plug this, that
Niggas rappin', ain't never sold nothin'
Hold this hold
I ain't lettin' niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can the load comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, a trend now
I'm rockin' with the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
dancin' like Mike Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
the rearview, see my life backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't
So wavy, nigga I ain't
tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
Bunch of drugs and the
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' money like a
My young niggas in the kitchen
Whippin', large at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
car, panther
Shorty call, never
20 foreigns in the
on me and they dancin'
I don't understand rappers
jumpin' on bandwagons
All these got my pants saggin'
63s on the wagon
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and it way back
You in the and spending your cop money
All on the actin' like that you got money
We lookin' at you like you need to stop
You killin' yourself with that lil' a block money
I got go to the mall and get what I want paper
You the type hopin' I fall, what you want, hater
back when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no you broke or you own paper
bands, added up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the buyin' more Rollies
I don't think these man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
that we never fuck with
Run and tellin' that we fronted on 'em
Nigga made me put a 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! hit my nigga Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Vanity
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...