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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
through like a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
Cold wouldn't even shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a lint
Phil movin' out bandos
We ain't leavin' 'til the brick's
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
to ride with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
you claiming I done been fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
Fuck I even got the for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the I gotta hide from?
ridin' shotgun
Shooters with him, never mind
Young niggas on Street
Word to Mack, rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I around
Niggas talk shit when I'm not
Wouldn't tell you that we run the
But we movin', say we joggin' now
Hit the city and we runnin'
Ain't no runnin' now, niggas out of
this, plug that
Niggas rappin', they ain't never nothin'
this hold that
I ain't lettin' these hold nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the load
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers I've 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
dancin' like Mike Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
Can't tell me I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
Bunch of drugs and the
of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' like a scammer
My young niggas in the kitchen
Whippin', livin' large at the
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
car, panther
Shorty call, never
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and they
I don't really understand
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,
Tryna it up and bring it way back
You in the and spending your cop money
All on the actin' like 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 hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
back when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We money, they 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 never with
Run and tellin' 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,
Head shot, cry
lookin', got an alibi
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! hit my nigga Chino in his head
Hold! him to LIV my nigga ain't dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All Panamera
White bitch named
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should have just run the rest...