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Imma use this and credit u bro

The beat is 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Ngl the beat sound like peak rage tyoe beat

this is just the first part of the song looped you can hear carti adlibs

Rackz came in I was still in this tonka

We ain't never running out of money, we ain't running out of loot We ain't never running out of funds, we ain't running out of jewels We ain't never running out of guns, got 100 shots for you Yeah, I feel like 2Pac, yeah, ay, I just got the juice I feel like 2Pac, uh, ay, I just got the juice I'm pouring lean on the rocks, baby, but I got Cîroc for you Ay, I'm pouring lean on the rocks, baby, but I got Cîroc for you Ay, I ain't never been drunk, yeah So I'm pouring this lean up And I'm rocking Celine, yeah And I'm off of this bean, yeah Ecstasy, call me teen, yeah I stay rolling up green, yeah And your bitch all on me, yeah Turn her into a fiend And if it's a problem, my boy shaking shit like just a tambourine I came from the bottom, I jumped to the top ain't use no trampoline He think he the shit, but we know he ain't it, baby, don't gasoline him I was riding by myself, I signed to Opium, had to grow out my tree limbs Now all of these hoes wanna fuck, all these hoes wanna suck all these hoes in my DM's Now these niggas stealing swag, yeah, they wanna be Ken, but can't be him I been getting on planes, I been switching lanes just so these lil' niggas can see him Did a pop-up today, perform the same day, just so these lil' niggas can greet him Ay, ooh We ain't never running out of money, we ain't running out of loot We ain't never running out of funds, we ain't running out of jewels We ain't never running out of guns, got 100 shots for you Yeah, I feel like 2Pac, yeah, ay, I just got the juice I feel like 2Pac, uh, ay, I just got the juice I'm pouring lean on the rocks, baby, but I got Cîroc for you Ay, I'm pouring lean on the rocks, baby, but I got Cîroc for you I feel like Two Ay, I feel like 2Pac Ay, I'm pouring up the juice Ay, I'm pouring lean on the rocks Yeah Yeah, I just ran up them bands (outta town, we never outta money) I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands (Star Boy, you're my hero) I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I ran, I ran, I ran, I ran I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I ran that shit up as fast as I can I stayed down and came up, I stuck to the plan You know I don't give a fuck 'bout shit that you sayin' You said I couldn't do it, I showed you I can These niggas thought I couldn't do it I been the one, I already knew it I leave my opp stank, he smell like some sewage I ain't do it myself, then my boy, he get to it I'm sippin' drank, codeine be my fluid I ran up that check like Nike, just do it When it come to that money, you know I get to it I just fucked on that bitch, you be buying her Louis I swear these niggas be dumber than Doofy I'm talking 'bout that boy from the scary movie I was in military school, not juvy They be judging a nigga, yeah, think that they knew me He talking down, but his bitch'll do me Thought she was the wind the way that she blew me Shorty a ten and she got a big booty And her coochie warm and wet like a jacuzzi I ran up my bands, lil' bitch, I am not stupid (I just ran up them bands) I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I ran, I ran, I ran, I ran I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I ran that shit up as fast as I can I stayed down and came up, I stuck to the plan You know I don't give a fuck 'bout shit that you sayin' You said I couldn't do it, I showed you I can

That shit hot tho ain't it

Yo, listen up, it's your boy, the coolest in the crew Chillin' with my bros, and a bag of weed or two We're sippin' on gin, and vibin' to the beat My gang's the baddest, and we're takin' over the street (Chorus) I'm the realest, coolest, my gang's the baddest too We're chillin', sippin', and smokin', ain't nothin' we can't do We're the kings of the block, and we're here to stay My bros got my back, and we're takin' it day by day We're laughin', jokin', and havin' a blast My gang's the realest, and we're makin' it all last We're on a mission, to take the night away My bros and I, we're chasin' the high life every day We're poppin' bottles, and gettin' lit My gang's the baddest, and we're makin' it hit We're the coolest cats, and we're on the rise My bros and I, we're takin' over the skies We're chillin', we're sippin', and we're feelin' alive My gang's the baddest, and we're ready to thrive We're chilling, we're sipping and we're coming for uh

Remind me of this beautiful era in 2027

Bih say she love me she adictet to Crack bih say she love me ion love her back

Best beat i ever heard

What a spiritual symphony to the ear🎉🎉

Can you make karaoke version

i remember discovering this shit 3 years ago damn times goes so fast wtf

ı cant stop this

Close to half a mill.

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - CloudyNotes - Ski - Young Stoner Life Records Feat Jeffrey Lamar Williams Young Thug & Gunna Official [Produced By Weston Wesley Glass WheezyBeatz] [Year: 2021] [Album: Slime Language 2] [Official Music Video] [Explicit] [Deluxe Edition]

Sample whit layers of fear

Ay, ooh (Star Boy, you're my hero) We ain't never running out of money, we ain't running out of loot We ain't never running out of funds, we ain't running out of jewels We ain't never running out of guns, got 100 shots for you Yeah, I feel like 2Pac, yeah, ay, I just got the juice I feel like 2Pac, uh, ay, I just got the juice I'm pouring lean on the rocks, baby, but I got Cîroc for you Ay, I'm pouring lean on the rocks, baby, but I got Cîroc for you Ay, I ain't never been drunk, yeah So I'm pouring this lean up And I'm rocking Celine, yeah And I'm off of this bean, yeah Ecstasy, call me teen, yeah I stay rolling up green, yeah And your bitch all on me, yeah Turn her into a fiend And if it's a problem, my boy shaking shit like just a tambourine I came from the bottom, I jumped to the top ain't use no trampoline He think he the shit, but we know he ain't it, baby, don't gasoline him I was riding by myself, I signed to Opium, had to grow out my tree limbs Now all of these hoes wanna fuck, all these hoes wanna suck all these hoes in my DM's Now these niggas stealing swag, yeah, they wanna be Ken, but can't be him I been getting on planes, I been switching lanes just so these lil' niggas can see him Did a pop-up today, perform the same day, just so these lil' niggas can greet him Ay, ooh We ain't never running out of money, we ain't running out of loot We ain't never running out of funds, we ain't running out of jewels We ain't never running out of guns, got 100 shots for you Yeah, I feel like 2Pac, yeah, ay, I just got the juice I feel like 2Pac, uh, ay, I just got the juice I'm pouring lean on the rocks, baby, but I got Cîroc for you Ay, I'm pouring lean on the rocks, baby, but I got Cîroc for you I feel like Two Ay, I feel like 2Pac Ay, I'm pouring up the juice Ay, I'm pouring lean on the rocks Yeah Yeah, I just ran up them bands (outta town, we never outta money) I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands (Star Boy, you're my hero) I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I ran, I ran, I ran, I ran I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I ran that shit up as fast as I can I stayed down and came up, I stuck to the plan You know I don't give a fuck 'bout shit that you sayin' You said I couldn't do it, I showed you I can These niggas thought I couldn't do it I been the one, I already knew it I leave my opp stank, he smell like some sewage I ain't do it myself, then my boy, he get to it I'm sippin' drank, codeine be my fluid I ran up that check like Nike, just do it When it come to that money, you know I get to it I just fucked on that bitch, you be buying her Louis I swear these niggas be dumber than Doofy I'm talking 'bout that boy from the scary movie I was in military school, not juvy They be judging a nigga, yeah, think that they knew me He talking down, but his bitch'll do me Thought she was the wind the way that she blew me Shorty a ten and she got a big booty And her coochie warm and wet like a jacuzzi I ran up my bands, lil' bitch, I am not stupid (I just ran up them bands) I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I ran, I ran, I ran, I ran I just ran up them bands I just ran up them bands I ran that shit up as fast as I can I stayed down and came up, I stuck to the plan You know I don't give a fuck 'bout shit that you sayin' You said I couldn't do it, I showed you I can

Yeah, that's just how I rock, yeah Yeah, that's just how I roll (808) Yeah, that's just how I rock That's just how I roll, that's just how I rock And roll, roll, roll, roll Roll, roll, roll, roll I wanna rock and roll, you can tell by my clothes I get high as fuck every day, I think I see a UFO whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I'm fuckin' on this ho, I think she emo She got slits on her wrist, she so suicidal I'm trippin', I'm trippin' I'm trippin', I'm trippin' This A-C-I-D got me trippin' It feel like I'm in another dimension I pop me some X and pass one to your bitch, yeah Pour me some Wock', I don't pour up no Tris, yeah Roll up a blunt of Metro and get missin' I'm high as fuck, lil' bitch, I cannot listen I'm high as fuck, lil' bitch, I cannot hear I can't hear 'cause I'm holdin' these racks to my ear This not a Uber, bitch, this is a Lear If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', you can't ride in here He tried to run, we shot at his rear When I got a gun, you cannot come near I shoot shit for fun, shoot you like a deer I rock and I roll, I rage and they cheer You a rat and you told, you can't come 'round here Swear these niggas be hoes, these niggas be weird You can get smoked, get shot in your beard He leakin' blood like a bitch on her period I'm sippin' mud, my Sprite never clear If I roll up a blunt, I'll smoke it right here She wanna rock and roll, she wanna come near I fuck her for fun, she takin' me serious Yeah, that's just how I rock, yeah Yeah, that's just how I roll Yeah, that's just how I rock That's just how I roll, that's just how I rock And roll, roll, roll, roll Roll, roll, roll, roll I wanna rock and roll, you can tell by my clothes I get high as fuck every day, I think I see a UFO whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I'm fuckin' on this ho, I think she emo She got slits on her wrist, she so suicidal

Young multi

This on Spotify?

shit so good

RACKS CAME IN I WAS STILL IN THA TONKA

People mistake this beat for bad and know I’m mad bout that

Mental 💀

20 pink toes wit jus me in the room Roll a qp in gars wit da car on cruise

You I can't wait for the nights with you I imagine the things we'll do Ain't nothin' plain on me, nigga, four chains on me I ain't trippin' 'bout that ho, nigga, she came on me I got a bitch from the West, she'll suck a nigga soul Bitch from the East, she'll fuck a nigga dawgs Still playin' with that raw even though I got a deal Had to get up out the city, I just got a nigga killed Pause, I'm lyin', kinda, still sippin' out the Fanta OxyContin and Opanas, I want four-two for each Niggas upped Lou for free, that's my nigga, come and kick it Mister still'll serve the city, I'm the reason it's some chicken Why the fuck you in the kitchen tryna turn one? Daire quit pullin' on the blender 'fore you burn somе Baby say she want a real nigga, but she don't gеt it Why you ain't never up at night? I told you I been sippin' Still go harder for my niggas, wish I could bring you back Turntest in the city, white lows, blue flags Know I keep two flags on bang I just dropped a Urus for the gang Catch me in the city, young nigga, four chains Signed to CMG, still in the dope game I don't swipe propane, really got it out the mud Big 4 Gang, catch me ridin' with the thugs And I got it on my own, ain't nobody helped me Remain humble, sell crack to dope fiends You can't "Lil' bro" me, bitch, I really got a check 42 in this shit, I be really on that Put the city on my back, still remember hard times 2018 was the year my dawg died Pull up in frog eyes, yeah nigga, we winning Amiris on low, if not wheat Timbs Me and 42 pullin' up, twin Bentleys Peanut butter seats, all my windows tinted Know I keep two flags on bang I just dropped a Urus for the gang Tied from the D to LA, always keep it a hunnid K Number one nigga, but they're never gon' admit it I was doin' two-hundred in the 'Rari and got a ticket Every time they see me, they say they ain't seen me in a minute Probably fuckin' on your bitches, probably runnin' up the digits Forgiato wheels, both lanes Floor mats say a nigga name Interrogation, feds tried to put us on the board, never identified All my niggas always gettin' dough, it's always chicken time I got niggas in the box, gon' call me collect I got model bitches that be tryna call me for sex And you know what they say, "I

What is the fx at 1:48

0:34

Good job twin

J’espère que tu connais les risques On est plus que dix si tu veut 10 Pas le temps de deconner si tu parles biff mais on rigoleras bien si tu présente ta miss Traîne dans la rue ca pue la pisse J’suis dan ta rée-soi ça pue la pich Gros On est pas du genre à boire donc si j’prends la bouteille j’finirais sur CanalPlus J’viens pas pour deconner, j’suis près à décoller, j’rappe depuis le collège, là c’est du sale Tu parles de dégainer, gros tu vas dégager On est vrais dans ce qu’on fait, les vrais le savent Professionnels moi j’suis bien ça Toujours les même frérots, les même lossa On est là capuches tard le soir mais on devient violent que si c’est vraiment sah Tu parles de kilo mais t’as jamais pousser J’ai pris la barre quand elle m’envoie sa pussy Pour faire du bon pe-ra j’ai compris la recette Tu sais pas c’qu’il faut faire quand sa sent le roussit J’bicrave la musique moi j’vends pas des pochons Mais j’connais l’adresse si tu veux per-cho Petite ville ça ne rime pas avec bouffon Un mot de travers on est prêts pour les quer-cho hé Un mot de travers on est prêts pour les quer-cho Les yeux plissés j’ai plus rien à froissé, j’suis même pas choquer quand j’apprends des nouvelles choses Baw

0:23 in my mind solo los dallas fume tanto que me salieron alas Siguiente vuelo pero sin escalas en mi líne lanzando granadas estamos going up y sin espónsor tiran al dm a ninguno respondo

Yeah She eat me up like it's Beni-bachi Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that A-T-E, she eat me up (sorry 'bout that) ATV what she ridin' on Bend the bitch over in Calabasas (yeah) Tryna be slow now Bitch, I'ma sip on the Wock' or the Tris (yeah) Yeah, she said she feel it now, I don't even feel it though Bitch, I be high on these drugs every day of my life I don't know at all if I should quit or not How the fuck did I choose Xanny? This bad for me But everything goin' up, sad about life Bitch, I just got off the phone with my jeweler That brand new Cuban link comin' in with diamonds Yeah, and they just told me, if I bought the Tesla I'm helpin' the climate so I'm finna pop a hundred I'm on the Perc' so I call up my bae like, "What's up with ya?" She said, "Can I pull up and lay up with ya?" She said, "I wanna watch a movie if you get the picture" (ha) She said she need a big ol' booty, called up Bob the Builder (ha) Black and white diamonds, I'm colorblind They told me that I murder every beat like Columbine Sorry 'bout that Oh, I had to switch the side All my diamonds flawless and big, look at the size All your shit is fake, that shit SI's (yeah) I'm sorry for you, kid, that's just your life (yeah) The amount of drugs I did today would make you cry Yeah, I'm finna tell y'all everything, I don't be shy I'm 'bout to buy a wedding ring for X tonight Yeah, went and bought the Cayenne just so I could slide Can you stop the cryin'? It's all a lie (yeah) She wanna lick my privates all night (let's go) Just tell me, you gotta tell me the truth 'bout it, all it, yeah I had to go cut ties with them so I can go ballin' I had the Issey Miyake jeans with the Arcteryx jacket Yeah, and my lil' thot say that she addicted to me like some crackhead Yeah, she pull up, I'm breakin' her backy These kids, they goofy, they wacky I'm not a kid, I'm a man like Pacqui I already made a whole mil' off the rappin' I used to vacuum seal the Za' and wrap it Now all I think 'bout is the racks Now I don't wanna hear about it if it ain't facts She finna pull up, eat it like it's Beni-bachi (Pull up, eat it like it's Beni-bachi) (Damn, TRGC made that?) She eat me up like it's Beni-bachi A-T-E, she eat me up (yeah) ATV, way she ridin' on Bend the bitch over in Calabasas (yeah) Tryna be slow now Bitch, I'ma sip on the Wock' or the Tris (yeah) Yeah, she said she feel it now, I don't even feel it though Bitch, I be high on these drugs every day of my life I don't know at all if I should quit or not How the fuck did I choose Xanny? This bad for me But everything goin' up, sad about life And I just got off the phone with my jeweler That brand new Cuban link comin' in with diamonds Yeah, and they just told me, if I bought the Tesla I'm helpin' the climate so I'm finna pop a hundred I'm on the Perc' so I call up my bae like, "What's up with ya?" She said, "Can I pull up and lay up with ya?" She said, "I wanna watch a movie if you get the picture" (ha) She said she need a big ol' booty, called up Bob the Builder (ha) Black and white diamonds, I'm colorblind They told me that I murder every beat like Columbine Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that

Yeat adding them bells is crazy the original didn’t have it

there are no words to describe...you match so well bro😶

douuu you are too good bro😢😢, how do you achieve that quality of beat?

naaaaaa brother, the quality of the drums is incredible🤩

Yeah She eat me up like it's Beni-bachi Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that A-T-E, she eat me up (sorry 'bout that) ATV what she ridin' on Bend the bitch over in Calabasas (yeah) Tryna be slow now Bitch, I'ma sip on the Wock' or the Tris (yeah) Yeah, she said she feel it now, I don't even feel it though Bitch, I be high on these drugs every day of my life I don't know at all if I should quit or not How the fuck did I choose Xanny? This bad for me But everything goin' up, sad about life Bitch, I just got off the phone with my jeweler That brand new Cuban link comin' in with diamonds Yeah, and they just told me, if I bought the Tesla I'm helpin' the climate so I'm finna pop a hundred I'm on the Perc' so I call up my bae like, "What's up with ya?" She said, "Can I pull up and lay up with ya?" She said, "I wanna watch a movie if you get the picture" (ha) She said she need a big ol' booty, called up Bob the Builder (ha) Black and white diamonds, I'm colorblind They told me that I murder every beat like Columbine Sorry 'bout that Oh, I had to switch the side All my diamonds flawless and big, look at the size All your shit is fake, that shit SI's (yeah) I'm sorry for you, kid, that's just your life (yeah) The amount of drugs I did today would make you cry Yeah, I'm finna tell y'all everything, I don't be shy I'm 'bout to buy a wedding ring for X tonight Yeah, went and bought the Cayenne just so I could slide Can you stop the cryin'? It's all a lie (yeah) She wanna lick my privates all night (let's go) Just tell me, you gotta tell me the truth 'bout it, all it, yeah I had to go cut ties with them so I can go ballin' I had the Issey Miyake jeans with the Arcteryx jacket Yeah, and my lil' thot say that she addicted to me like some crackhead Yeah, she pull up, I'm breakin' her backy These kids, they goofy, they wacky I'm not a kid, I'm a man like Pacqui I already made a whole mil' off the rappin' I used to vacuum seal the Za' and wrap it Now all I think 'bout is the racks Now I don't wanna hear about it if it ain't facts She finna pull up, eat it like it's Beni-bachi (Pull up, eat it like it's Beni-bachi) (Damn, TRGC made that?) She eat me up like it's Beni-bachi A-T-E, she eat me up (yeah) ATV, way she ridin' on Bend the bitch over in Calabasas (yeah) Tryna be slow now Bitch, I'ma sip on the Wock' or the Tris (yeah) Yeah, she said she feel it now, I don't even feel it though Bitch, I be high on these drugs every day of my life I don't know at all if I should quit or not How the fuck did I choose Xanny? This bad for me But everything goin' up, sad about life And I just got off the phone with my jeweler That brand new Cuban link comin' in with diamonds Yeah, and they just told me, if I bought the Tesla I'm helpin' the climate so I'm finna pop a hundred I'm on the Perc' so I call up my bae like, "What's up with ya?" She said, "Can I pull up and lay up with ya?" She said, "I wanna watch a movie if you get the picture" (ha) She said she need a big ol' booty, called up Bob the Builder (ha) Black and white diamonds, I'm colorblind They told me that I murder every beat like Columbine Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that Sorry 'bout that

1:08

damn, trgc's a menace making this beat 🔥🔥

Wtf🔥🏔️

W instrumental

five years later this will be nostalgia

0:13

crazy

Lowkey somebody needs make one with only run and not ran

112 likes vs 1 dislike, whos gonna win? =-})]

Not close

Lyrics: [Chorus] Racks came in, I was still in the Tonka, ha (Ooh-ooh) Racks came in, they can't fit in this Tonka, ha (Ooh) Racks came in, but I'm still in this Tonka, yeah (Ooh-ooh) Seven mil' on the table and I'm still sayin' Tonka, yeah (Ooh-ooh) Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (Ooh-ooh) Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (Ooh-ooh, go) Luh wonky, luh wonky, I booted up, yeah (Booted up) Percs, they gon' take me, I booted up, yeah (Booted up) I'm on the Xan' and the bean You get smacked off, keep on talkin' 'bout it like that Bitch say she love me, she addicted to crack (Whew, whew) Bitch say she love me (What?), I don't love her back (Ha) Some of my twizzys real deal crazy, thеy get you whacked (Whew-whеw-whew) I ain't tryna hear your music, turn it off, that shit some trash [Verse] I touched me a mil', and I bought me a building Pull up to the show, and I'm breakin' the ceiling, turn up Yeah, fuck your girl, fuck your world, fuck your feelings Yeah, I make too much cheese, I don't want no dealings (With you) Yeah, I'm on the X tonight (Ooh-ooh) Yeah, I'm on the Perc' tonight (Okay) Fuck a crib, I'm 'bout to hop on a jet and just live in the sky ('Ky) Yeah, I just been callin' my demons, I do what they say, don't know why Heard there's a fountain of youth (You-youth), told 'em to fill it with Wock' Yeah, Balenci' my shoe, yeah, told 'em I pulled out the lot (Ooh-ooh) Fuck 12, fuck cop (Ooh-ooh) Big bag, lil' Glock (Ooh-ooh) They tryna fuck with the squad, they tryna fuck with the God (Ooh-ooh) I don't know who the hell they is, I don't know who the hell they are, yeah (Ooh-ooh) I been outside in the Lamb', you don't even have you a car (Ooh-ooh) It's up and it's stuck like some jam, no, they can't tear me apart All of you rappers be soundin' the same, bitch, I couldn't even tell you apart I just pulled up in the Track, hundred-forty, watch it fall [Chorus] Racks came in, I was still in the Tonka, ha (Ooh-ooh) Racks came in, they can't fit in this Tonka, ha (Ooh) Racks came in, but I'm still in this Tonka, yeah (Ooh-ooh) Seven mill' on the table and I'm still sayin' Tonka, yeah (Ooh-ooh) Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (Ooh-ooh) Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (Ooh-ooh, go) Luh wonky, luh wonky, I booted up, yeah (Booted up, ooh-ooh) Percs, they gon' take me, I booted up, yeah (Booted up) I'm on the Xan' and the bean You get smacked off, keep on talkin' 'bout it like that (Ooh-ooh) Bitch say she love me, she addicted to crack (Whew, whew) Bitch say she love me (What?), I don't love her back (Ha) Some of my twizzys real deal crazy, they get you whacked (Whew-whew-whew) I ain't tryna hear your music, turn it off, that shit some trash