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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny in the Benz truck
through like a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Tell Coon put the 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 leavin' 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
Just to ride with it like a truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the bust
Bitch you I done been fuck
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the tint
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
ridin' shotgun
Shooters with him, never mind
Young niggas on Sigel
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my side of
whip when I ride around
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 runnin'
no runnin' now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, that
rappin', they ain't never sold nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can the load comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers been 'round
Got so much out we might slim down
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
Diamonds dancin' like Mike
shining like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I active
So wavy, nigga I ain't
Can't tell me I ain't swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm with broads in
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' money a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
Duckin' law and the
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, never
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and they
I don't really understand
Niggas on bandwagons
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and bring it way
You in the club and spending your cop
All on the 'Gram like that you got money
We lookin' at you like you need to money
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a money
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 matter you 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, we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never with
Run and tellin' 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
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, time
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! him to LIV my nigga ain't dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Vanity
All black
White bitch named
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should have just run the rest...