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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' through a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
Cold wouldn't even shoot us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
movin' out them bandos
We leavin' 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the bust
Bitch you I done been fuck
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 hide from?
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters him, never mind nigga
Young niggas on Sigel
to Mack, they'll rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I around
Niggas talk shit I'm not around
Wouldn't you that we run the city
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the city and we runnin'
Ain't no runnin' now, niggas out of
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', they never sold nothin'
Hold this hold
I ain't lettin' these hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas foreign whips
You can tell the load
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas dickridin' niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers I've 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson
Shit shining like Mike's
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I active
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
Can't tell me that I swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm with broads in
Bunch of drugs and the
of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' like a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
my dawgs out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, never
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I really understand rappers
Niggas on bandwagons
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the wagon
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
Tryna it up and bring it way back
You in the club and spending your cop
All on the 'Gram actin' like you got money
We lookin' at you like you need to stop
You killin' yourself with that lil' a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
You the type I fall, that's what you want, hater
back when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
bands, added up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' more
I don't think these niggas man
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never with
Run and tellin' people that we on 'em
Nigga made me put a 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 in his head
Hold! him to LIV my nigga ain't dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All black
White bitch named
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I have just run with the rest...