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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' through like a
bring them 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go 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 with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
Bitch you claiming I done been
You ain't even trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
I even got the tint for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini shotgun
with him, never mind nigga
Young niggas on Street
Word to Mack, they'll somethin'
Wait, wait!
side of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I around
Niggas talk shit when I'm not
Wouldn't tell you that we run the
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the and we runnin' down
no runnin' now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', they never sold nothin'
this hold that
I ain't lettin' these niggas nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' whips
You can the load comin'
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same I've been 'round
Got so much work out we might slim
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
Diamonds dancin' like Jackson
shining like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, now I ain't active
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm with in Atlanta
Bunch of drugs and the
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' money like a
My young niggas in the whippin'
Whippin', large at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
my dawgs out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, never
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I don't understand rappers
jumpin' on bandwagons
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the wagon
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and it way back
You in the club and spending your cop
All on the 'Gram actin' that you got money
We lookin' at you you need to stop money
You killin' with that lil' half a block money
I got go to the mall and get what I want paper
You the hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
back when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own
Hundred bands, up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the buyin' more Rollies
I think these niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never with
Run and people that we fronted 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
money, nigga, buyin' time
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga ain't
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Vanity
All black
White named Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I should just run with the rest...