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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' through a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can go against us?
pussies wouldn't even shoot us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
Phil movin' out them
We ain't leavin' the brick's done
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
to ride with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you I done been fuck
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the in the Maybach
I even got the tint for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I hide from?
Barcelini shotgun
Shooters with him, never mind
Young niggas on Sigel
Word to Mack, they'll somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I around
talk shit when I'm not around
Wouldn't tell you that we run the
But we movin', say we joggin' now
Hit the city and we down
Ain't no runnin' now, out of bounds
this, plug that
Niggas rappin', they ain't sold nothin'
Hold hold that
I ain't these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign
You can tell the load
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same I've been 'round
Got so work out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
shining like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
the rearview, see my life backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
Bunch of and the Fanta
of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' money like a
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', large at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, never
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and they
I really understand rappers
Niggas on bandwagons
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna it up and bring it way back
You in the club and your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got
We lookin' at you like you need to money
You killin' yourself with that half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back when I was broke? I had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no matter you or you own paper
bands, added up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler more Rollies
I don't these niggas man enough
Fuck niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never 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
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, time
Hold! They hit my Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my ain't dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All Panamera
bitch named Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should have run with the rest...