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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny in the Benz truck
through like a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can go against us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a brush
Phil out them bandos
We ain't leavin' 'til the brick's
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the bust
Bitch you I done been fuck
You ain't gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
I even got the tint for?
I'm the only got one
Who the I gotta hide from?
Barcelini ridin'
with him, never mind nigga
Young on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North side of my side of town
Bulletproof whip I ride around
Niggas talk shit I'm not around
Wouldn't tell you we run the city
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', they ain't never nothin'
Hold hold that
I lettin' these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign
You can tell the comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers been 'round
Got so much work out we might slim
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
dancin' like Mike Jackson
Shit shining like Mike's
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I ain't
tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm with broads in
Bunch of and the Fanta
of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' money like a
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
car, panther
Shorty call, answer
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I really understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All these bands got my saggin'
63s on the wagon
62s on the
Bitch I'm for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and it way back
You in the and spending your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' like you got money
We lookin' at you like you to stop money
You killin' yourself with that half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back when I was I only had one hater
These gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
bands, added up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler more Rollies
I don't think these niggas man
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we fuck with
Run and people 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,
Head shot, cry
lookin', got an alibi
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Vanity
All black
bitch named Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should have just run the rest...