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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' through like a
Summertime bring 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a brush
Phil out them bandos
We ain't leavin' the brick's done
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You ain't even trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
Fuck I even got the for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta hide
Barcelini shotgun
Shooters with him, never mind
Young on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my of town
Bulletproof when I ride around
Niggas talk shit 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 now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, that
Niggas rappin', they ain't never nothin'
this hold that
I ain't lettin' these niggas 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, a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same I've been 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
Shit shining like jacket
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I active
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
Can't tell me that I swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm with broads in
Bunch of drugs and the
of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' money like a
My young niggas in the kitchen
Whippin', livin' large at the
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
Black car,
Shorty call, never
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I really understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All these bands got my saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
whip it up and bring it way back
You in the club and your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' that you got money
We at you like you need to stop money
You killin' yourself with that lil' a block money
I got go to the mall and get what I want paper
You the hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back when I was I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own
Hundred bands, up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler more Rollies
I don't these niggas man enough
Fuck niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, ain't 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
never stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop
run up on you
Dead bodies,
Head shot, cry
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, time
Hold! hit my nigga Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga ain't
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All black
White named Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... with the...

I should have run with the rest...