Відео

Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up You a bum and you stressed, and that's why you lost her Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up She gon' eat, you want beef, but this ain't no burger All my songs on repeat, that's what's up, your word up I was young with the heat, walkin' 'round with burners Wishing I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner Na-na-oh, nah-oh Na-na-oh, nah-oh Na-na-oh, nah-oh Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy? Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me? Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy? I can't let her have my baby, you not my baby I can't let her have my baby, I'm actin' shady Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me? Y'all gotta move, give me some room, I'm 'bout to shoot Boom! Everybody runnin' out the room Boom! Everybody beggin' "Don't shoot" Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you? You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun Run, nigga, if I'm here, don't come Bitch, you was expectin' for me to hit That's a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit Sawed off in the damn drawer Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up Only time she ever call is for the banana I don't even check my call log, I don't answer Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy? Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me? Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy? That bitch know I'm number one, like Tracy McGrady Know I got this .380, it's on safety I know all these niggas hate me, won't let it faze me Fuck nigga I'ma swerve in the Maybach, I'ma do some damage Niggas sit the fuck down if you don't understand us I heard niggas talking 'bout they gon' run down on us Pull up windows down in the fuckin' Lamb' truck Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah

I need the inner thoughts instrumental in my life

I want to listen the sound when 69 sings

Good job Robin

My new call sound

I'm ready for the pain I be gettin' used to this, never gonna change All I know is facts though, I be gettin’ cash though Girl, if I die, I go to heaven with a Range In a LV suit with the kush up in the boot And a Rose Gold Bustdown, heavy with the chain Yeah, I’d give it all back But I’d never be the same I was feelin' stupid, tell me why I do this I just made a truce with the devil in my brain Now I’m feeling useless, tell me where the noose is Still be gettin' used to the cheddar and the fame Now I’m tryna do this, now I got a blueprint Tryna make sure all my bruddas gettin' paid Pedal to the metal, 'cause they better on the chase (Skrt) Pedal to the metal with the treble and the bass (Skrt) I was on music (Argh) There’s levels to the game Girl, you know who this (Ah, ah) I just got two gold records to my name If you wanna talk 'bout money that we blow Girl, I just blew one-seven in a day If you wanna talk 'bout money that we owe I can come through, brah, settle up the pay Cookin' up something, this recipe cookin' And you know that all of my women got eat Now when it comes to a festival booking Yeah, I get a quarter-milli for the fee, like Ever since Chillin was born He had thought after thought on the cause of his death What you expect? Moment that Chillin was born, he was chokin’ the cord on his neck Doctor unwrapped it, we started to breathe Now I get dinner and order the cheque Now I get women and all the respect Now I be winnin', I’m ballin’, I'm fresh Bored on a jet Fly back and visit my ma, we haven’t talked in a sec Mama she know, her son has been on the road She seen it all on the net (Argh) Double up the prof Everything I do now, does it like a boss Careful what you wish for, nothing comin' easy And everything in life now is comin' at a cost Fuck, I was going crazy I was at the club while the hunnids gettin' dropped I was gettin' faded Bring it to the table, it’s comin' on the rocks Sipping on Regal Yeah, double-up shot This is my people Yeah, dodgin' these opps Fuck all this evil Yeah, still run from the cops Run from the cops, still run from the cops, look Now I got money you couldn’t imagine Homie, this happened, they put me to stage Homie, it's nothing, yeah, fuck all this money People I love could not look at my face "You a disgrace, look in the mirror, you’ve changed" Swishers, they took me away Reefer we sparking, Adina Apartments If she’s got that ganja, I’m cookin’ the jay I still got brothers that cook with the base I still got brothers that shoot at your frame You think my brothers ain’t down for this, brother? Then, brother, you makin' a rookie mistake Money on shirts, money on jumpers Money on herb, money on shunters Money on her, money on youngers Money on my olders, money on my uncles, like I don’t do emotion, homie, I was smokin' to bottle it inside (Argh) I ain't really copin’, I ain't really focused, I’m followin' the lies Swallowing my pride I’ve got a fit little thotty on my side Now I got Fortay hittin' up my line Saying, "Brother, pull up, 'cause I’m worried you could die" But I told him I’ll be fine (Argh) I gotta get the record on the shelf I’ve been going harder ever since karma Gave me a taste of the heaven and the hell I was going harder, ever since Lana Took me for a visit seein' Benny in his cell I just got a phone call from my lil' bro sayin' "Big bro Dog, I'm just checkin' on your health I know you’re not well And I know how you are, you’re never gon’ tell You always checked on me It’s time you check in on yourself" [Outro] Fuckin’ hell, end All right, now play that shit back once, man

greedy taking feelings till they gone, drugs to love that shit just feels the same, can’t sober up on one you just get pain, couldn’t help myself our future already drawn, do you think of me when i think of you, cause overthinking only what i do, never sober drinking smoking till i spew, can’t trust a soul i keep my circle small, so called friends like a jury judging me, had a bitch i trusted with my everything, made the girl i loved see me as the enemy, sad reality that there was never we infinite forever never be got a dark side to me i like to bleed, stainless steel soft like melodies, throw dirt on my name just wait for my arrival, i like the pain you better aim for vitals, blood’l kiss the tiles while i crack a smile, got consequences waiting for my rivals, tread carefully your life is like a tightrope, middle of the x right up on your head, dead man walking right through my scope, better say your prayers before your ____. i would slice my veins and watch my blood splatter, for you the only soul to me that even matter, steps in relationships like climbing ladders, sometimes you just gotta enjoy the view, bet the haze is purple only glass i’m breathing through, back bleeding body language only thing i’m reading bitch aint a junkie but my dick she feinding ayeeeeee- sit back while i murder da beat ain’t paid for weeks, awake when she sleeps, dazed off the haze clapping cheeks, been up all night, sleep when i’m dead, keep the beug on the right and bowl on the left lost track of the time guess my eyes are too red fill the cap with 4 points pop that’s shit like they meds

I’m using this for a montage

What instrument is used for this beat

Could you do one of soulmates and strippers plzz

Could You Do On Hold?

Can you do Kerser - Different Shoes or Fortay - Come Smoke With Me

I'm ready for the pain I be gettin' used to this Never gonna change All I know is facts though I been getting cash though Girl, if I die, I'd go to heaven with a Range In an LV suit with the kush up in the boot And a rose gold bustdown, heavy with the chain Yeah, I'd give it all back, but I'd never be the same I was feeling stupid, tell me why I do this I just made a truce with the devil in my brain Now I'm feeling useless, tell me where the noose is Still be getting used to the cheddar and the fame Now I'm trynna' to do this Now I've got a blueprint, Trying to make sure all my brothers getting paid Pedal to the medal 'cause the brother wanna chase Pedal to the medal with the treble to the bass I was on music There's levels to the game Girl, you know who dis I just got two gold records to my name If you wanna talk 'bout money that we blow Girl, I just blew one-seven in a day If you wanna talk about money that we owe I can come through brah, settle up the pay Cooking up something, this recipe cooking And you know that all of my women gon' eat Now when It comes to a festival booking Yeah I get a quarter milli for the fee Like, ever since Chillin was born You thought after thought of the cause of his death What'd you expect, moment that Chillin was born He was choking the cord on his neck Doctor I'm rapping, we started to breathe Now I get dinner and order the check Now I get women that know to respect Now I be winning, I'm balling, I'm fresh Bored on the jet, fly back and visit my ma We haven't talked in a sec Mama she know, her son has been on the road She see it all on the net Double up the prof Everything I do now Does it does like a boss Careful what you wish for Nothing coming easy And everything in life now is coming at a cost Fuck, I was going crazy I was at the club, all the hundreds getting dropped I was getting faded Bring it to the tables, coming on the rocks Sippin on Regal, yeah Double up shot This is my people, yeah Dodging these ops Fuck all this evil, yeah Still run from the cops Run from the cops Still run from the cops Look, now I got money, you couldn't imagine Homie, this happened, they boo me to stage Homie, it's nothing, yeah, fuck all this money People I love gonna look at my face You a disgrace, look in the mirror, you changed Swishers, they took me away Reefer we spark in Adina apartments If she's got that ganja I'm cooking the jay I still got brothers that cook with the base I still got brothers that shoot at your frame You think my brothers ain't down for this brother Then brother you making a rookie mistake Money on shirts, money on jumpers Money on herb, money on shunters Money on her, money on youngers Money on my olders, money on my uncles Like, I don't do emotion Homie, I was smoking to bottle it inside I ain't really coping I ain't really focused I'm following the lies Swallowing my pride I got a fit little thottie on the side Now I got Fortay hitting up my line Saying brother pull up 'Cause I'm worried you could die But I told him I'd be fine I gotta get the record on the shelf I've been going harder Ever since karma Gave me a taste of the heaven and the hell I was going harder Ever since Lana Took me for a visit, seeing Benny in his cell I just got a phone call from my little bro Saying, "big bro, dog, I'm just checking on your health I know you're not well And I know how you are You're never gonna tell You always checked on me It's time you check in on yourself" Fuckin' hell Alright, now play that shit back once, man 👨

is this copyright

Can I use this for a song? I’ll credit you

I like this because it's instrument and u don't have to listen to the curses

Can everyone stop talking about credits! Just be grateful for what he has done.

Please do lights off x

I think fast, switch fast, quick fast, quick as Immigrants say, "No habla ingles", at border-patrol fences Messin' with Canibus is senseless Divide my senses by six and you'll end up with triple sixes And triple the digits mean triple the spirits My light body to the third power will triple my lyrics I'm triple the threat, I'm triple my physical flesh I'm telling you, put your money on me, then triple your bet ‘Cause I won't be satisfied 'til I'm set 'Til I got a triplex out in Tribeca with the skyline effect Rhyming is the nine-to-five that I manipulate best Eight hours of writing and memorizing a manuscript Called "The Biography of Canibus," subtitled "The Ultimate Guide for Teaching Modern Man How to Spit" How to tongue-twist, how to enunciate certain shit How to control your breath, how to make your syllables spit Y'all niggas ain't listen to Bis, I kill ‘em with shit

I feel bad lol this is literally the "Top Boy" beat by LCS

This is a beat by LCS! Give him credit

0:49 BOOM

Please try do 'Gone Stupid' by Nerve,,, 'Gvng Gvng' or anything by Mitchos Da Menace would be dope too 💯

A bomb, A bomb, A bomb, A bomb

Catch an asthma attacl

Ayeeeeeeee

I know I got this 380 it’s on safety

This ass smh

you really not gonna show the patterns? what is the point in the video

Can you please extend it a lil bit it's too short!!! At least 3mins 34 secs

the melody is trash and really gunshots

75 speed 💣💣💣💣

Bass and main chords are too loud, and you can barely hear clap

NAHHHHHH this shit fire asf 🔥, imagine the 8D audio of this 😩

This is dope 🔥🔥

such a dope instrumental

Its missing the bell kind of sounds in the background.

🔥🔥🔥

nice work

This needs more views

flp?

Ok so why don’t you have 1 million views you deserve it??? Good work‼️🔥

holy shit... (here from lensko btw)

NIce :=)

Fire bro, mad skills

Can you remake Spaghetti Factory or Keep It Leave by Young Thug? Both produced by Metro Boomin.

🔥 remake bro

Sounds good mate , Need more drums or sample kits? www.devizebeats.com/digital-product-store/ 👍🏻

This is sick bro What's the plugin you use for the melody ?