Turn me up some Cruz I told Barcelini if them n!ggas hating they gon suffer I’m going up a hundred every day You know how I play! Skinny n!gga in the Benz trvck Swinging through like a nunchvck Summertime bring them 30s out Tell Cool put the sticks up Wait, hold up, hold up How can n!ggas go against us? Cold pvssies wouldn’t even shoot us See us roll on em like a lint brush Phil moving out them bandos We ain’t leaving ’til the brick’s done Couple hundred, we gon vac seal em Just to ride with it like a Brinks trvck Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist bust B!tch you claiming I done been fvck You ain’t even gotta trip, bruh In the trenches in the Maybach Fvck I even got the tint for? I’m the only n!gga got one Who the fvck I gotta hide from? Barcelini riding shotgun Shooters with him, never mind n!gga Young n!ggas on Sigel Street Word to Mack, they’ll rock something Wait, wait! North side of Philly my side of town Bulletproof whip when I ride around N!ggas talk **** when I’m not around Wouldn’t tell you that we run the city But we moving, gotta say we jogging now Hit the city and we running down Ain’t no running now, n!ggas out of bounds Plug this, plug that N!ggas rapping, they ain’t never sold nothing Hold this hold that I ain’t letting these n!ggas hold nothing Summertime, n!ggas copping foreign whips You can tell the load coming Put my name on the flyer All the trappers, all the bad hoes coming N!ggas ****riding other n!ggas, that’s a trend now I’m still rocking with the same Chasers I’ve been round Got so much work out we might slim down I’m so popping all my haters turn friends now Diamonds dancing like Mike Jackson **** shining like Mike’s jacket Moonwalking in a Rolls Royce Through the rearview, see my life backwards Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, n!gga now I ain’t active So wavy, n!gga I ain’t rapping Can’t tell me that I ain’t swagging, no way This summer right here, n!gga We going up Litted, it’s litted Philly! I’m with broads in Atlanta Bunch of drugs and the Fanta Bunch of guns in the Phantom Spending money like a scammer My young n!ggas in the k!tchen whipping Whipping, living large at the hammer Dvcking law and the scammers Free my dawgs out the slammer Black car, panther Shorty call, never answer Twenty foreigns in the mansion Diamonds on me and they dancing I don’t really understand rappers N!ggas jumping on bandwagons All these bands got my pants sagging Six threes on the Benz wagon 62s on the Maybach B!tch I’m coming for the payback 62s in the pot, n!gga Tryna whip it up and bring it way back You in the club and spending your cop money All on the Gram acting like that you got money We looking at you like you need to stop money You killing yourself with that lil half a block money I got that go to the mall and get what I want paper You the type hoping I fall, that’s what you want, hater Member back when I was broke? I only had one hater These svckers gon hate you no matter you broke or you own paper Hundred bands, added up We getting money, they mad at us At the jeweler buying more Rollies I don’t think these n!ggas man enough Fvck them n!ggas, **** we stunting on em N!ggas, they ain’t got nothing on us N!ggas that we never fvck with Run and telling people that we fronted on em N!gga made me put a hundred on you Do you dirty, put the drummer on you Shots never stopping, pop, pop, pop, pop We’ll run up on you Dead bodies, homicide Head shot, mama cry Cops looking, got an alibi Lawyer money, n!gga, buying time Hold! They hit my n!gga Chino in his head Hold! Took him to (?) my n!gga ain’t dead No! Ball in Miami on Sunday, we did Ho! Blowing the racks, we at Vanity Grand All black Panamera White b!tch named Samantha White and black, she a panda White and black, she a panda Whipping the, rock with the I should have just run with the rest Fvck Mixtapes
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