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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny in the Benz truck
through like a nunchuck
Summertime bring 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 like a lint
Phil out them bandos
We ain't leavin' 'til the brick's
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
Just to ride with it like a Brinks
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the bust
Bitch you claiming I done fuck
You ain't gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
I even got the tint for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I hide from?
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters with him, never mind
Young niggas on Street
to Mack, they'll rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my of town
whip when I ride around
Niggas talk shit I'm not around
tell you that we run the city
But we movin', say we joggin' now
Hit the and we runnin' down
Ain't no runnin' now, out of bounds
this, plug that
Niggas rappin', ain't never sold nothin'
Hold hold that
I lettin' these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas foreign whips
You can tell the comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much work out we slim down
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
dancin' like Mike Jackson
Shit shining like jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I active
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
Can't tell me I ain't swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm with broads in
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' like a scammer
My young niggas in the whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my out the slammer
car, panther
Shorty call, answer
20 in the mansion
on me and they dancin'
I don't understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All these got my pants saggin'
63s on the wagon
62s on the
Bitch I'm for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and bring it way
You in the and spending your cop money
All on the actin' like that you got money
We lookin' at you like you need to money
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a money
I got that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the type hopin' I fall, what you want, hater
'Member back when I was broke? I only had one
These suckers hate 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
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
that we never fuck with
Run and tellin' people we fronted on 'em
Nigga me put a hundred 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
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 black
White bitch Samantha
White and black, she a
and black, she a panda
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should just run with the rest...