歌词
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
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