Turn me up Cruz I told Barcelini if them niggas hatin' they gon' I'm goin' up a hundred day You how I play!
Skinny in the Benz truck Swingin' through like a Summertime them 30s out Coon put the sticks up Wait... up, hold up How can niggas go us? Cold pussies even shoot us See us roll on 'em like a brush Phil movin' out them We ain't leavin' 'til the done Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em Just to ride it like a Brinks truck Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist Bitch you claiming I been fuck You ain't even trip, bruh In the trenches in the I even got the tint for? I'm the nigga got one Who the fuck I gotta from? Barcelini shotgun Shooters with him, never mind Young niggas on Street Word to Mack, they'll rock Wait, wait! North of Philly my side of town Bulletproof when I ride around Niggas shit when I'm not around Wouldn't tell you that we run the But we movin', gotta say we now Hit the city and we runnin' Ain't no runnin' now, niggas out of Plug this, that Niggas rappin', ain't never sold nothin' Hold this that I ain't lettin' these niggas nothin' Summertime, coppin' foreign whips You can tell the comin' Put my name on the All the trappers, all the bad comin' Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a now I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers been 'round Got so much work out we might down I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson Shit like Mike's jacket Moonwalkin' in a Rolls Through the rearview, see my backwards Percocets, two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active So wavy, nigga I rappin' Can't me that I ain't swaggin', no way
2: Panda]
This right here, nigga We up Litted, it's Philly!
I'm with in Atlanta of drugs and the Fanta Bunch of guns in the Spendin' money like a My young in the kitchen whippin' Whippin', livin' at the hammer law and the scammers Free my out the slammer Black car, Shorty call, never 20 foreigns in the on me and they dancin' I really understand rappers Niggas jumpin' on All these bands got my pants 63s on the Benz 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 spending cop money All on the 'Gram like that you got money We lookin' at you you need to stop money You killin' yourself with 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 'Member back when I was broke? I had one hater These suckers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own Hundred bands, up We money, they mad at us At the jeweler more Rollies I don't think these niggas man Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em Niggas, they ain't got on us that we never fuck with Run and people that we fronted on 'em Nigga made me put a 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 Chino in his head Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga ain't No! in Miami on Sunday, we did Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand All black bitch named Samantha White and black, she a White and black, she a Whippin' the... rock the...
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