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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' through a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can go against us?
Cold pussies wouldn't even us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
movin' out them bandos
We ain't 'til the brick's done
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the bust
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta hide
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters with him, mind nigga
Young on Sigel Street
to Mack, they'll rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of my side of town
Bulletproof when I ride around
talk shit when I'm not around
Wouldn't tell you 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
this, plug that
Niggas rappin', they ain't sold nothin'
Hold this hold
I ain't lettin' these niggas nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' whips
You can tell the comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so poppin' all my turn friends now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
Shit shining Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
the rearview, see my life backwards
Percocets, two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
Can't tell me I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm with broads in
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
money like a scammer
My young niggas in the kitchen
Whippin', livin' large at the
Duckin' law and the
Free my dawgs out the
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they
I don't really understand
jumpin' on bandwagons
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm for the payback
62s in the pot,
whip it up and bring it way back
You in the club and spending cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got
We lookin' at you you need to stop money
You killin' yourself with that lil' a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
You the type I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back when I was broke? I only had one
These suckers gon' you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' more
I think these niggas man enough
them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never fuck
Run and people that we fronted on 'em
made 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,
shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an
money, nigga, buyin' time
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! Took him to LIV my ain't dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All Panamera
White bitch Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should have just run the rest...