[Part 1: Summer Sixteen]

[Intro]
Turn me up some, Cruz
I told Barcelini if them n***as hatin' they gon' suffer
I'm goin' up a hundred every day
You know how I play! Ha!

[Verse]
Skinny n***a in the Benz truck (Woo!)
Swingin' through like a nunchuck (Woo!)
Summertime bring them 30s out (Brrr!)
Tell Coon put the sticks up (Pull up, pull up!)
Wait... hold up, hold up
How can n***as go against us? (How?)
Cold pussies wouldn't even shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a lint brush (Haaa!)
Phil movin' out them bandos (Bando!)
We ain't leavin' 'til the brick's done (Whoa!)
Couple hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it like a Brinks truck (Woo!)
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist bust (Flex!)
Bitch you claiming, I done been fuck (Ha!)
You ain't even gotta trip, bruh (Huh?)
In the trenches in the Maybach (Maybach)
Fuck I even got the tint for? (Why?)
I'm the only n***a got one (Got one)
Who the fuck I gotta hide from? (Who?)
Barcelini ridin' shotgun (Eeee!)
Shooters with him, never mind, n***a (Whoa!)
Young n***as on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock somethin'
Wait (Wait!)
North side of Philly, my side of town (Side of town)
Bulletproof whip when I ride around (Woo!)
N***as talk shit when I'm not around (No!)
Wouldn't tell you that we run the city
But we movin', gotta say we joggin' now (We movin'!)
Hit the city and we runnin' down
Ain't no runnin' now, n***as out of bounds
Plug this, plug that
N***as rappin', they ain't never sold nothin'
Hold this, hold that
I ain't lettin' these n***as hold nothin'
Summertime, n***as coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the load comin'
Put my name on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes comin'
N***as dickridin' other n***as
That's a trend now (That's a trend now)
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers
I've been 'round (I've been 'round)
Got so much work out
We might slim down (Might slim down)
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn friends now (Haaa!)
Diamonds dancin' like Mike Jackson (Mike!)
Shit shining like Mike's jacket (Lit!)
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my life backwards (Skrt!)
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, n***a now I ain't active
So wavy, n***a I ain't rappin'
Can't tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way, ha!
[Part 2: Panda]

[Intro]
This summer right here, n***a
We goin' up
Litty
It's litty, ugh!
Philly!

[Verse]
I'm with Ruggs in Atlanta
Bunch of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' money like a scammer
My young n***as in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the hammer
Duckin' laws and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the slammer
Black car, panther
Shorty call, never answer
20 foreigns in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they dancin'
I don't really understand rappers
N***as jumpin' on bandwagons
All these bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz wagon
62s on the Maybach
Bitch, I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot, n***a
Tryna whip it up and bring it way back
Woo! You in the club and spending your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got money (Woo!)
We lookin' at you like you need to stop money (Ooh!)
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a block money
I got that "go to the mall
And get what I want" paper (Yeah, yeah)
You the type hopin' I fall
That's what you want, hater (Yeah, yeah)
'Member back when I was broke?
I only had one hater (Hoo!)
These suckers gon' hate you
No matter you broke or you on paper (Yeah, yeah)
Hundred bands, added up (Add it!)
We gettin' money, they mad at us (Mad!)
At the jeweler buyin' more Rollies
I don't think these n***as man enough (Hoo!)
Fuck them n***as, shit we stuntin' on 'em (Fuck 'em!)
N***as, they ain't got nothin' on us (Fuck 'em!)
N***as that we never fuck with
Run and tellin' people that we fronted on 'em (Hoo!)
N***a made me put a hundred on you
Do you dirty, put the drummer on you
Shots never stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop
We'll run up on you (Hoo!)
Dead bodies, homicide, head shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an alibi
Lawyer money, n***a, buyin' time
Hold! They hit my n***a Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV though my n***a ain't dead
No! Ball in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All black Panamera
White bitch named Samantha
White and black, she a panda
White and black, she a bandit
Whippin' the... rock with the...
Hhnnhh, hnnhhnhh
[Outro]
I should have just run with the rest...