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[Part 1: Sixteen]

Turn me up some
I told Barcelini if niggas hatin' they gon' suffer
I'm goin' up a hundred day
You how I play!

Skinny in the Benz truck
Swingin' through like a
bring them 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can go against us?
pussies wouldn't even shoot us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
Phil movin' out bandos
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
Bitch you claiming I done fuck
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the trenches in the
Fuck I got the tint for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini shotgun
Shooters him, never 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 when I'm not
Wouldn't tell you we run the city
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the city and we runnin'
no runnin' now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', ain't never sold nothin'
Hold this hold
I ain't lettin' these niggas hold
Summertime, niggas coppin' whips
You can the load comin'
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds dancin' like Mike
Shit like Mike's jacket
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
Can't tell me I ain't swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm with broads in
Bunch of and the Fanta
of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' money a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my out the slammer
car, panther
Shorty call, answer
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I really understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All these got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm for the payback
62s in the pot,
whip 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 like you need to money
You killin' with that lil' half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
You the type hopin' I fall, what you want, hater
'Member back I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' more
I think these niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they got nothin' on us
Niggas that we 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! hit my nigga Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All Panamera
White named Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... with the...

I have just run with the rest...