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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' like a nunchuck
bring them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... up, hold up
How can go against us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
movin' out them bandos
We ain't '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 trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the tint
I'm the nigga got one
Who the I gotta hide from?
Barcelini shotgun
Shooters with him, never nigga
niggas on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
side of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I around
Niggas talk when I'm not around
tell you that we run the city
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the city and we down
Ain't no runnin' now, niggas out of
this, plug that
Niggas rappin', they never sold nothin'
Hold this hold
I ain't lettin' these niggas hold
Summertime, niggas coppin' whips
You can tell the load
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas dickridin' niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the Chasers I've been 'round
Got so work out we might slim down
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson
Shit shining Mike's jacket
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't
So wavy, nigga I ain't
tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm with in Atlanta
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' money like a
My young niggas in the kitchen
Whippin', livin' large at the
Duckin' law and the
Free my out the slammer
car, panther
Shorty call, never
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and they
I don't understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All these bands got my saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
whip it up and bring it way back
You in the club and spending your cop
All on the 'Gram actin' that you got money
We lookin' at you like you to stop money
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a block
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
You the hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' more
I think these niggas man enough
Fuck niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
Niggas we never fuck with
Run and tellin' people that we 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
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! Took him to LIV my ain't dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All black
White bitch Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I should have just run the rest...