Turn me up Cruz I told Barcelini if them hatin' they gon' suffer I'm up a hundred every day You how I play!
Skinny in the Benz truck through like a nunchuck Summertime bring 30s out Tell put the sticks up Wait... hold up, up How can niggas go us? Cold wouldn't even shoot us See us roll on 'em a lint brush Phil out them bandos We ain't leavin' 'til the brick's Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em Just to ride it like a Brinks truck Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist Bitch you claiming I done been You even gotta trip, bruh In the in the Maybach Fuck I even got the for? I'm the nigga got one Who the fuck I gotta hide Barcelini shotgun Shooters with him, mind nigga Young niggas on Street Word to Mack, they'll rock Wait, wait! North side of Philly my side of Bulletproof whip when I ride Niggas talk shit I'm not around Wouldn't tell you we run the city But we movin', gotta say we now Hit the city and we down Ain't no runnin' now, out of bounds this, plug that Niggas rappin', they ain't sold nothin' Hold this that I ain't 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' dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers I've been Got so much work out we slim down I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now Diamonds like Mike Jackson Shit shining like 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, I ain't rappin' tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way
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This right here, nigga We up Litted, litted Philly!
I'm broads in Atlanta of drugs and the Fanta Bunch of guns in the Spendin' money like a My young niggas in the kitchen Whippin', large at the hammer Duckin' law and the my dawgs out the slammer Black car, call, never answer 20 in the mansion Diamonds on me and dancin' I don't understand rappers jumpin' on bandwagons All these bands got my pants 63s on the Benz 62s on the Bitch I'm for the payback 62s in the pot, Tryna it up and bring it way back You in the club and spending cop money All on the 'Gram actin' that you got money We lookin' at you like you need to stop You killin' yourself with that lil' half a block 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' hate you no you broke or you own paper bands, added up We money, they mad at us At the jeweler buyin' Rollies I don't think these man enough Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us Niggas we never fuck with Run and people that 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, Head shot, cry lookin', got an alibi Lawyer money, nigga, time Hold! They hit my nigga in his head Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga dead No! Ball in on Sunday, we did Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand All black White bitch named and black, she a panda White and black, she a Whippin' the... rock the...
I should have run with the rest...