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[Part 1: Summer

Turn me up some
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 like a
bring them 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... hold up, up
How can niggas go us?
Cold wouldn't even shoot us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
Phil movin' out them
We ain't leavin' the brick's done
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
you claiming I done been fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
I even got the tint for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I gotta hide
ridin' shotgun
Shooters with him, mind nigga
niggas on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof when I ride around
Niggas talk 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 now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, that
Niggas rappin', they ain't sold nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't lettin' these niggas nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' whips
You can the load comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers been 'round
Got so much work out we slim down
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
dancin' like Mike Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
Can't me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm with broads in
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' money a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
my dawgs out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and they
I don't really understand
Niggas on bandwagons
All these bands got my pants
63s on the wagon
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
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 you got money
We lookin' at you you need to stop money
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a money
I got that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no matter you or you own paper
bands, added up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' Rollies
I don't think these niggas man
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
Niggas that we never with
Run and tellin' people 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
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga ain't
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Vanity
All black
White bitch Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I have just run with the rest...