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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' through a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... hold up, up
How can go against us?
pussies wouldn't even shoot us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
Phil out them bandos
We ain't 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
to ride with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the bust
Bitch you claiming I done fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I got the tint for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters with him, mind nigga
niggas on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of my side of town
Bulletproof whip I ride around
Niggas talk shit when I'm not
Wouldn't tell you we run the city
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the and we runnin' down
Ain't no runnin' now, out of bounds
Plug this, that
Niggas rappin', they ain't never nothin'
this hold that
I ain't lettin' these hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas foreign whips
You can tell the load
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much work out we slim down
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
dancin' like Mike Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, now I ain't active
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
Can't tell me that I swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

This summer right here,
We up
Litted, it's
Philly!

I'm with in Atlanta
Bunch of and the Fanta
of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' like a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 foreigns in the
on me and they dancin'
I don't 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 club and spending your cop
All on the 'Gram 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 that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the type hopin' I fall, what you want, hater
'Member back 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 them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas we never fuck with
Run and tellin' people we fronted 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,
Head shot, cry
lookin', got an alibi
Lawyer money, nigga, time
Hold! They hit my 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 Grand
All black
White bitch Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I should have just run the rest...