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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
through like a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
pussies wouldn't even shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a lint
Phil movin' out bandos
We ain't leavin' 'til the brick's
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you claiming I done been
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 hide from?
Barcelini shotgun
Shooters with him, mind nigga
Young on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my of town
Bulletproof whip when I ride
talk shit when I'm not around
Wouldn't tell you that we run the
But we movin', gotta say we 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'
this hold that
I ain't lettin' these hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign
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 Chasers been 'round
Got so work out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds dancin' like Mike
Shit shining Mike's jacket
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't
So wavy, nigga I ain't
Can't tell me that I swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
money like a scammer
My young niggas in the kitchen
Whippin', large at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 foreigns in the
on me and they dancin'
I don't really rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and it way back
You in the club and spending your cop
All on the actin' like that you got money
We at you like you need to stop money
You killin' yourself with lil' half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get I want paper
You the type I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member when I was broke? I only had one hater
suckers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler more Rollies
I don't these niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they got nothin' on us
Niggas that we 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,
shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, time
Hold! They hit my Chino in his head
Hold! him to LIV my nigga ain't dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All Panamera
White bitch Samantha
White and black, she a
and black, she a panda
Whippin' the... with the...

I have just run with the rest...