Trap Vibes (Summer Sixteen & Panda Remix)
- Meek Mill
[Intro]Turn me up some CruzI told Barcelini if them niggas hatin' they gon' sufferI'm goin' up a hundred every dayYou know how I play![Verse]Skinny nigga in the Benz truckSwingin' through like a nunchuckSummertime bring them 30s outTell Coon put the sticks upWait... hold up, hold upHow can niggas go against us?Cold pussies wouldn't even shoot usSee us roll on 'em like a lint brushPhil movin' out them bandosWe ain't leavin' 'til the brick's doneCouple hundred, we gon' vac seal 'emJust to ride with it like a Brinks truckWait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist bustBitch you claiming I done been fuckYou ain't even gotta trip, bruhIn the trenches in the MaybachFuck I even got the tint for?I'm the only nigga got oneWho the fuck I gotta hide from?Barcelini ridin' shotgunShooters with him, never mind niggaYoung niggas on Sigel StreetWord to Mack, they'll rock somethin'Wait, wait!North side of Philly my side of townBulletproof whip when I ride aroundNiggas talk shit when I'm not aroundWouldn't tell you that we run the cityBut we movin', gotta say we joggin' nowHit the city and we runnin' downAin't no runnin' now, niggas out of boundsPlug this, plug thatNiggas rappin', they ain't never sold nothin'Hold this hold thatI ain't lettin' these niggas hold nothin'Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign whipsYou can tell the load comin'Put my name on the flyerAll the trappers, all the bad hoes comin'Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend nowI'm still rockin' with the same Chasers I've been 'roundGot so much work out we might slim downI'm so poppin' all my haters turn friends nowDiamonds dancin' like Mike JacksonShit shining like Mike's jacketMoonwalkin' in a Rolls RoyceThrough the rearview, see my life backwardsPercocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't activeSo wavy, nigga I ain't rappin'Can't tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way[Part 2: Panda][Intro]This summer right here, niggaWe goin' upLitted, it's littedPhilly![Verse]I'm with broads in AtlantaBunch of drugs and the FantaBunch of guns in the PhantomSpendin' money like a scammerMy young niggas in the kitchen whippin'Whippin', livin' large at the hammerDuckin' law and the scammersFree my dawgs out the slammerBlack car, pantherShorty call, never answer20 foreigns in the mansionDiamonds on me and they dancin'I don't really understand rappersNiggas jumpin' on bandwagonsAll these bands got my pants saggin'63s on the Benz wagon62s on the MaybachBitch I'm comin' for the payback62s in the pot, niggaTryna whip it up and bring it way backYou in the club and spending your cop moneyAll on the 'Gram actin' like that you got moneyWe lookin' at you like you need to stop moneyYou killin' yourself with that lil' half a block moneyI got that go to the mall and get what I want paperYou the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater'Member back when I was broke? I only had one haterThese suckers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own paperHundred bands, added upWe gettin' money, they mad at usAt the jeweler buyin' more RolliesI don't think these niggas man enoughFuck them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'emNiggas, they ain't got nothin' on usNiggas that we never fuck withRun and tellin' people that we fronted on 'emNigga made me put a hundred on youDo you dirty, put the drummer on youShots never stoppin', pop, pop, pop, popWe'll run up on youDead bodies, homicideHead shot, mama cryCops lookin', got an alibiLawyer money, nigga, buyin' timeHold! They hit my nigga Chino in his headHold! Took him to LIV my nigga ain't deadNo! Ball in Miami on Sunday, we didHo! Blowin' the racks, we at Vanity GrandAll black PanameraWhite bitch named SamanthaWhite and black, she a pandaWhite and black, she a pandaWhippin' the... rock with the...[Outro]I should have just run with the rest...
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