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[Part 1: Sixteen]

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' like a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Tell put the sticks 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 out them bandos
We ain't leavin' 'til the done
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
you claiming I done been fuck
You ain't gotta trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
Fuck I even got the tint
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini shotgun
with him, never mind nigga
Young on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
whip when I ride around
Niggas shit when I'm not around
tell you that we run the city
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the and we runnin' 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 lettin' these niggas nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the load
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers been 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now
Diamonds dancin' like Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I ain't
Can't tell me I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
money like a scammer
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
car, panther
Shorty call, never
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they
I don't really rappers
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,
whip 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 to stop money
You killin' yourself with that half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get I want paper
You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want,
'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' Rollies
I don't think these man enough
Fuck them niggas, we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
that we never fuck with
Run and tellin' people that we 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
lookin', got an alibi
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! Took him to LIV my ain't dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All black
White named Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should just run with the rest...