Summer Sixteen & Panda (Remix)

Turn me up some Cruz

I told Barcelini if them niggas hatin' they gon' suffer

I'm goin' up a hundred every day

You know how I play!

Skinny nigga in the Benz truck

Swingin' through like a nunchuck

Summertime bring them 30s out

Tell Coon put the sticks up

Wait... hold up, hold up

How can niggas go against us?

Cold pussies wouldn't even shoot us

See us roll on 'em like a lint brush

Phil movin' out them bandos

We ain't leavin' 'til the brick's done

Couple hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em

Just to ride with it like a Brinks truck

Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist bust

Bitch you claiming I done been fuck

You ain't even gotta trip, bruh

In the trenches in the Maybach

Fuck I even got the tint for?

I'm the only nigga got one

Who the fuck I gotta hide from?

Barcelini ridin' shotgun

Shooters with him, never mind nigga

Young niggas on Sigel Street

Word to Mack, they'll rock somethin'

Wait, wait!

North side of Philly my side of town

Bulletproof whip when I ride around

Niggas talk shit when I'm not around

Wouldn't tell you that we run the city

But we movin', gotta say we joggin' now

Hit the city and we runnin' down

Ain't no runnin' now, niggas out of bounds

Plug this, plug that

Niggas rappin', they ain't never sold nothin'

Hold this hold that

I ain't lettin' these niggas hold nothin'

Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign whips

You can tell the load comin'

Put my name on the flyer

All the trappers, all the bad hoes comin'

Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now

I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers I've been 'round

Got so much work out we might slim down

I'm so poppin' all my haters turn friends now

Diamonds dancin' like Mike Jackson

Shit shining like Mike's jacket

Moonwalkin' in a Rolls Royce

Through the rearview, see my life backwards

Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active

So wavy, nigga I ain't rappin'

Can't tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way

This summer right here, nigga

We goin' up

Litted, it's litted

Philly!

I'm with broads in Atlanta

Bunch of drugs and the Fanta

Bunch of guns in the Phantom

Spendin' money like a scammer

My young niggas in the kitchen whippin'

Whippin', livin' large at the hammer

Duckin' law 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

Niggas 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, nigga

Tryna whip it up and bring it way back

You in the club and spending your cop money

All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got money

We lookin' at you like you need to stop money

You killin' yourself with that lil' half a block money

I got that go to the mall and get what I want paper

You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater

'Member back when I was broke? I only had one hater

These suckers gon' hate you

No matter you broke or you on paper

Hundred bands, added up

We gettin' money, they mad at us

At the jeweler buyin' more Rollies

I don't think these niggas man enough

Fuck them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em

Niggas, they ain't got nothin' on us

Niggas that we never fuck with

Run and tellin' people that we fronted on 'em

Nigga 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

Dead bodies, homicide

Head shot, mama cry

Cops lookin', got an alibi

Lawyer money, nigga, buyin' time

Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his head

Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga 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 panda

Whippin' the rock with the

I should have just run with the rest