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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
through 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 shoot us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
Phil out them bandos
We ain't leavin' 'til the brick's
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it like a Brinks
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the bust
Bitch you I done been fuck
You ain't even trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
Fuck I got the tint for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta hide
ridin' shotgun
Shooters with him, never nigga
Young niggas on Sigel
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I ride
Niggas shit 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 now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, plug
rappin', they ain't never sold nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign
You can tell the load
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers I've 'round
Got so much out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now
Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson
Shit shining like Mike's
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
Can't tell me I ain't swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm with broads in
Bunch of drugs and the
Bunch of in the Phantom
money like a scammer
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
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 on bandwagons
All these bands got my pants
63s on the wagon
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna it up and bring 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 to stop money
You killin' yourself that lil' half 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
'Member when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We money, they mad at us
At the buyin' more Rollies
I don't think these niggas man
Fuck niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
that we never fuck with
Run and tellin' people we fronted on 'em
Nigga 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,
Head shot, cry
lookin', got an alibi
Lawyer money, nigga, time
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
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 named Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... with the...

I should have run with the rest...