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[Part 1: Summer

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' through like a
Summertime them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... hold up, up
How can niggas go us?
Cold wouldn't 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
Just to ride with it like a truck
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
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 from?
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters him, never mind nigga
Young niggas on Street
to Mack, they'll rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I ride
Niggas talk shit when I'm not
tell you that we run the city
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the and we runnin' down
no runnin' now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, plug
rappin', they ain't never sold nothin'
Hold hold that
I ain't lettin' these hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' 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 Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
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 rappin'
Can't me that I ain't swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
money like a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
Black car,
Shorty call, never
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I don't really understand
jumpin' on bandwagons
All these got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and it way back
You in the club and spending 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 type I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member 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' more
I don't think niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas we never fuck with
Run and people that we fronted on 'em
Nigga made me put a 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! 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 Grand
All black
White bitch named
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should just run with the rest...