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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' through like a
Summertime them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... up, hold up
How can go against us?
Cold wouldn't even shoot us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
movin' out them bandos
We ain't leavin' 'til the done
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
Just to ride it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
Bitch you I done been fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
Fuck I got the tint for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters him, never mind nigga
Young niggas on Street
Word to Mack, they'll somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my side of
Bulletproof whip when I ride
Niggas talk shit I'm not around
tell you that 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', ain't never sold nothin'
this hold that
I ain't lettin' niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the load
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a now
I'm still with the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so work out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my turn friends now
Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson
Shit shining like jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my life
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 right here, nigga
We up
Litted, litted
Philly!

I'm with in Atlanta
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' money a scammer
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
law and the scammers
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
call, never answer
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and they
I really understand rappers
jumpin' on bandwagons
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and bring it way
You in the club and spending your cop
All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got
We lookin' at you like you need to money
You killin' yourself that lil' half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get I want paper
You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want,
back when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no matter you or you own paper
bands, added up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' Rollies
I don't these niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
Niggas that we never fuck
Run and people that we fronted on 'em
Nigga 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, time
Hold! They hit my nigga in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga ain't
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All Panamera
White bitch Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I should just run with the rest...