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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' through a nunchuck
bring them 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
Phil movin' out them
We ain't 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it like a Brinks
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the bust
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
I even got the tint for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters with him, mind nigga
Young niggas on Sigel
Word to Mack, rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
side of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip I ride around
Niggas shit when I'm not around
Wouldn't tell you that we run the
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the and we runnin' down
Ain't no runnin' now, niggas out of
this, plug that
Niggas rappin', they ain't sold nothin'
Hold this that
I lettin' these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can the load comin'
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers I've 'round
Got so much work out we might slim
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now
Diamonds dancin' like Mike
Shit shining like Mike's
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
Can't tell me that I swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm with in Atlanta
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' money like a
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
law and the scammers
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they
I don't really understand
jumpin' on bandwagons
All these bands got my saggin'
63s on the wagon
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and bring it way
You in the club and your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' that you got money
We at you like you need to stop money
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a money
I got go to the mall and get what I want paper
You the type I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers gon' 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
them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they got nothin' on us
that we never fuck with
Run and tellin' that we fronted 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
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! hit my nigga 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 Vanity
All Panamera
White bitch Samantha
White and black, she a
and black, she a panda
Whippin' the... with the...

I should have run with the rest...