[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...