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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 every day
You how I play!

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' like a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
pussies 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
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
to ride with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
you claiming I done been fuck
You ain't gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the I gotta hide from?
ridin' shotgun
Shooters with him, mind nigga
Young niggas on Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip 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, out of bounds
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', they ain't sold nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't lettin' these niggas hold
Summertime, niggas coppin' whips
You can tell the load
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 I've 'round
Got so much work out we might slim
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds dancin' like Mike
Shit like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I ain't
tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

This right here, nigga
We up
Litted, it's
Philly!

I'm with in Atlanta
Bunch of drugs and the
Bunch of guns in the
money like a scammer
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
Free my out the slammer
car, panther
Shorty call, never
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I don't understand rappers
Niggas on bandwagons
All these got my pants saggin'
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 actin' like that you got
We lookin' at you like you to stop money
You killin' yourself with lil' half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the type hopin' I fall, what you want, hater
'Member back when I was I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We money, they mad at us
At the buyin' more Rollies
I think these niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' 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 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 Panamera
White bitch named
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I have just run with the rest...