CuBeatz - Trap Vibes (Summer Sixteen & Panda Remix) lyrics

[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! [Verse] Skinny n***a 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 n***as 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 b**h you claiming I done been f** You ain't even gotta trip, bruh In the trenches in the Maybach f** I even got the tint for? I'm the only n***a got one Who the f** I gotta hide from? Barcelini ridin' shotgun Shooters with him, never mind n***a Young n***as 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 n***as talk sh** 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, 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 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 sh** shining like Mike's jacket Moonwalkin' in a Rolls Royce Through the rearview, see my life backwards 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 [Part 2: Panda] [Intro] This summer right here, n***a We goin' up Litty, it's litty Philly! [Verse] I'm with broads in Atlanta Bunch of d** 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' 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 n***as jumpin' on bandwagons All these bands got my pants saggin' 63s on the Benz wagon 62s on the Maybach b**h I'm comin' for the payback 62s in the pot, n***a 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 k**in' 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 s**ers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you on paper Hundred bands, added up We gettin' money, they mad at us At the j**eler buyin' more Rollies I don't think these n***as man enough f** them n***as, sh** we stuntin' on 'em n***as, they ain't got nothin' on us n***as that we never f** with Run and tellin' people that we fronted on 'em 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 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 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 b**h named Samantha White and black, she a panda White and black, she a panda Whippin' the... rock with the... [Outro] I should have just run with the rest...