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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

Skinny in the Benz truck
Swingin' like a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... hold up, up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies even shoot us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
movin' out them bandos
We leavin' 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
to ride with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the bust
Bitch you claiming I done fuck
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I got the tint for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I hide from?
ridin' shotgun
Shooters him, never mind nigga
niggas on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my of town
whip when I ride around
Niggas talk when I'm not around
Wouldn't you that 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, that
Niggas rappin', ain't never sold nothin'
Hold hold that
I lettin' these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign
You can tell the comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still with the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much work out we slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson
Shit like Mike's 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, nigga I ain't
Can't tell me that I swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm with broads in
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
money like a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', large at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
my dawgs out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they
I really understand rappers
jumpin' on bandwagons
All these bands got my 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 your cop
All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got
We lookin' at you you need to stop money
You killin' with that lil' half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
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
bands, added up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' Rollies
I don't think these niggas man
them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never with
Run and tellin' people that we 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,
Head shot, cry
lookin', got an alibi
Lawyer money, nigga, time
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga dead
No! Ball in 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...

I should just run with the rest...