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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny in the Benz truck
Swingin' through a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... hold up, up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies even shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a brush
Phil out them bandos
We leavin' 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
to ride with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
you claiming I done been fuck
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the trenches in the
Fuck I even got the tint
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini shotgun
with him, never mind nigga
Young niggas on Street
Word to Mack, rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I around
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, niggas out of
this, plug that
Niggas rappin', they ain't never nothin'
this hold that
I ain't lettin' these niggas nothin'
Summertime, niggas foreign whips
You can the load comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas dickridin' niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers been 'round
Got so much out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
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 rappin'
Can't me that I ain't swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm with broads in
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
money like a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I don't really rappers
Niggas on bandwagons
All these bands got my pants
63s on the wagon
62s on the
Bitch I'm for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna it up and bring it way back
You in the club and your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got
We lookin' at you like you need to stop
You killin' yourself that lil' half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want,
'Member back when I was broke? I only had one
These suckers gon' hate you no you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' Rollies
I don't think niggas man enough
them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never fuck
Run and tellin' people 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,
shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an
money, nigga, buyin' time
Hold! hit my nigga Chino 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 black
White bitch named
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I should have run with the rest...