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this deserves a mil

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Ahhhh ahhhh sy sy sy g sy sy G like grah gang gang (spin thru tpk catch me a crest leave him in the scene leave a mess catch me opp turn his life to a rocket to the sky aint coming back im keeping on flockin see a gun im dumpin on tpk crest forcing his voice boi u aint got the nword pass why you say it in ur song its whack spin on them try to get back u aint making it back it lil bro kayflock wannabe like grahhh even steezy is better if i see u yo face boutta look bitter grahhh ahh sprin thru tpk catch me a crest leave him in the scene leave a mess ahh sy sy g syg syg like grah ahh what u also tryna claim filo drill bro eat my bullets thats what u boutta feel ahh better duck when i flock good aim in my pocket how bout u ur gun is plastic straight outta the market like ahh grah grah gang gang)

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its crazy how different the beat drop feels without kyle richh in the mix, its so subtle and random but ngl its kinda hard

Ong I’ve heard this beat a long time ago 🤯🤯🤯

Cool

Mdots was better

Umm oh yea yo bro clutch that pole if you blow then you got to lay low i take 5 just for a show oops on d now time to lay low like jay spin then drop about 10

1:00 beat go hard

Like, grrah Like, like Spinnin' through, tryna catch me a roller Oh, he lackin'? Run him over Fuck the Sev' block I'm the owner, I'm smokin' on dead opps, ain't no floaters He tryna run but I click and it's over Oh, he with his kid? Then I'm kickin' his shoulder Fuck a drive-by, I'ma get closer Dougie got shot now he shakin' his shoulders Smokin' I'm smokin' on Notti, y'all feds Ayy, yo, DD, you next When I bend through the Hill, bitch, I'm lookin' for wreck Like, like I'ma leave that lil' boy in his neck Fuck Bobby, that nigga died on the steps And fuck Dotti, he put himself right to rest EDot got put right to bed, like He shot his self in his head How y'all smokin' on niggas y'all don't even know? Now it's cool, oh my God, we smokin' y'all bros And tell Nas to pick up the phone, that-that's a no Spin through the Sev' tryna catch him and go Like, I-I try to up it and blow He can't run once I shoot through the coat He-he gon' die once he mention my bro I can't love on no thot, I can't link with no thot Like, I-I ain't trust none of that shit Like, I don't care about none of that shit Like, give a fuck 'bout none of that shit, like we- He really rap what he not I'm tryna shoot 'til he drop If he thinkin' it's sweet, I'ma knock off his top When I spin through the Sev', I'ma dump every shot Spinnin' through, try catch me a roller Oh, he lackin'? Run him over Fuck the Sev' block I'm the owner, I'm smokin' on dead opps, ain't no floaters He tryna run but I click and it's over Oh, he with his kid? Then I'm kickin' his shoulder Fuck a drive-by, I'ma get closer Dougie got shot now he shakin' his shoulders

Like, grrah Like, like Spinnin' through, tryna catch me a roller Oh, he lackin'? Run him over Fuck the Sev' block I'm the owner, I'm smokin' on dead opps, ain't no floaters He tryna run but I click and it's over Oh, he with his kid? Then I'm kickin' his shoulder Fuck a drive-by, I'ma get closer Dougie got shot now he shakin' his shoulders Smokin' I'm smokin' on Notti, y'all feds Ayy, yo, DD, you next When I bend through the Hill, bitch, I'm lookin' for wreck Like, like I'ma leave that lil' boy in his neck Fuck Bobby, that nigga died on the steps And fuck Dotti, he put himself right to rest EDot got put right to bed, like He shot his self in his head How y'all smokin' on niggas y'all don't even know? Now it's cool, oh my God, we smokin' y'all bros And tell Nas to pick up the phone, that-that's a no Spin through the Sev' tryna catch him and go Like, I-I try to up it and blow He can't run once I shoot through the coat He-he gon' die once he mention my bro I can't love on no thot, I can't link with no thot Like, I-I ain't trust none of that shit Like, I don't care about none of that shit Like, give a fuck 'bout none of that shit, like we- He really rap what he not I'm tryna shoot 'til he drop If he thinkin' it's sweet, I'ma knock off his top When I spin through the Sev', I'ma dump every shot Spinnin' through, try catch me a roller Oh, he lackin'? Run him over Fuck the Sev' block I'm the owner, I'm smokin' on dead opps, ain't no floaters He tryna run but I click and it's over Oh, he with his kid? Then I'm kickin' his shoulder Fuck a drive-by, I'ma get closer Dougie got shot now he shakin' his shoulders

Aggy beat

Rip notti 🕊️

D3xter

the sample so tuff

0:10

Oh oh oh oh eh uh oh😩

rip mdot

Do 150 K

Rip x and mdot

J’suis pas comptable mais j’suis dans les finance J’enchaîne les occas’ de sous qui rentrent J’suis devant la concu’, on sirote J’suis bloqué dans la ville, les 2 pieds dans le ciment Elle fait trop de bruit dans la ´bre, j’veux du silence J’lai casse en 4, j’suis rentré comme un divan J’suis plus sorti pendant 6 mois quand j’reviens j’encule tout YUA c’est moi J’suis dans l’truc, j’enchaîne les rimes faciles Tout les jours j’côtoie la fatigue Clio 4, j’suis dans le parking d’Aldi Il m’reste 10 mois c’est quand qu’on leur dit J’suis dan l’top sans l’vouloir et sans tricher L’objectif c’est chiffrer Gros Il faut qu’la voiture patine, un seul but c’est: becter, c’est obliger YUA veut réparer son cœur , bad bitch veut qu’on brise de lattes Les yeux plisses mais pas les pupilles dilatées On est pas dans les délit mais dans l’idée de coffrer une tonnes de talle Crois ps que ce soit facile On a capter que ses putas avait des tas d’facettes Un keuf qui me dérange,veut faire un contrôle faciès sale On va faire du ménage, on va tous les effacer C’est mes res-frè qui l’avait dit de foncer

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Im gonna diss man in his own instrumental

SPIN THE LINKS TRYNA CATCH ME A DL, OO~ A BIG ONE, BEND ME OVER, HIT THAT GOOD SPOT, IM A TWINK AND IM GOBBLING ON BIG STICKS, AINT SMALL 1S, JIT TRYNA PULL UP ON ME WITH A TINY LIL STICK AND I CATCH HIM IM BENDING HIM OVER, POWER BOTTOM IN THE HOUSE SMOKING ON HIM AND IM SHOVING DAT MOUF SMOKING ON DIDDY YEAH FAX, AYO MEEK MILL, YOU NEXT I DON SUCKED ALL THAT SHIT FROM WILL SMIF AND HIS BITCH AND IM LOOKING FOR OTHERS OM SUCKING ON DIC, LIKE WUT DIDDY HE GOT THE SMALL SHIT LIKE WUT KAY FLOCK HE GETTING IT LIT (IN JAIL), BIG BOYS IM LOOKING FOR DIC IFU DON'T GOT NUN FOR ME IM TAKING THAT SHI SPIN THE LINKS TRYNA CATCH ME A DL, OO~ A BIG ONE, BEND ME OVER, HIT THAT GOOD SPOT, IM A TWINK AND IM GOBBLING ON BIG STICKS, AINT SMALL 1S, JIT TRYNA PULL UP ON ME WITH A TINY LIL STICK AND I CATCH HIM IM BENDING HIM OVER, POWER BOTTOM IN THE HOUSE SMOKING ON HIM AND IM SHOVING DAT MOUF

How do you make instrumentals

That beat go's hard

whats the beat name ?

Like Goddamn, huh (Goddamn) Like I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like Oh he getting shot (Like) I'll spin his block, like (Run that up, Rico) I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like (Bitch) Oh, I make it hot We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots He got shot in his head, he died from a leg shot (Baby) Gang tryna beat him, he already shot Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop Brodie off a stick, purgin' on the opps Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, spittin' 'til it land (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom) He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands (Boom) Bitch, I kеpt clickin' 'til that bitch jam He tried to run, clicked up on his mans (Bitch) Thеy some chumps, all 'em niggas ran (Pussy) 'Glizzy start to sprayin' wavin' like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom) (Run that up, Rico) Dougz B spinnin' off of Xan's Spinnin' through the Lam, switchin' up the plan Told bro, "Fuck it, we gon' bend through" If we see the cops, they gon' stop us from flamin' Told brodie "Don't chase 'em Let that boy roll with the beam I got accuracy, aimin' (I got him) Hollows, they hit him and ripped through his neck Watch how that shit rearrange him I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like (Bitch) Oh, I make it hot (I make it hot, bitch) We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots He got shot in his head, he died from a leg shot (Grrah-grrah, boom) Gang tryna beat him, he already shot (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom) Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop Brodie off a stick, purgin' on the opps Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops (Run that up, Rico) He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, spinnin' 'til it land (Bitch) He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom) Bitch, I kept clickin' 'til that bitch jam He tried to run, clicked up on his mans (Pussy) They some chumps, all 'em niggas ran (Bitch) 'Glizzy start to sprayin' wavin' like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom) Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans (Grrah-grrah, boom, nigga, so fuckin' Clear the room, bitch) Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans Run Ricky, ran Run Ricky, ran (Run that up, Rico) I get up on 'em, I swear that I'm tact' I get up on 'em, I swear that I'm different I see the opposition, I attack I see the opposition, I start clickin' Hop out the OJ, tweak on the opp strip She give her whole face, she on some thot shit Call up my goon, we start opp shoppin' Call up the set, they still Glock shoppin' (Gang, gang, gang) And I dare a gunner pop up in the spot You gon' see me up this motherfuckin' Glock (Grrah-grrah) I dare a nigga try to bunny hop You gon' see a bunch of niggas bodies drop And we movin' too tact' 'cause we got some new straps And we tryna boom And we got some new opps We gon' make 'em a new pack Put 'em on the moon No I can't let up, I swear I'm in beast mode My goons hold Berettas, they ran in like three homes They tryna link up, they heard what I do I keep me a TEC in case they tryna loot Another nigga shot, he up on the news Bitch, I'm from the trenches, it ain't nothin' new Kay-Kay brought the mop, so I brought the broom (Grrah-grrah, boom) Creep on the opps, like "Who that?" Throw up the Gz, you know we gon' shoot that Caught that boy lackin' and we tried to pack him Swear that he lucky, had God on his side We really shoot movies, we ain't no actors I walk around with that nine on my side I cannot die in the streets I got the choppas Slide when it's beef (Grrah-grrah) I'm tough enough to go spin on my dolie I don't need no one to ride by my side Totin' a Glocky, give out a four-piece I see the opps, you know I'ma fire I see the opps, you know I'm flockin I make it hot in this bitch Let out them shots if he bunny hoppin We made it hot in this shit I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like (Bitch) Oh, I make it hot (I make it hot, bitch) We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots He got shot in his head, he died from a leg shot (Grrah-grrah, boom) Gang tryna beat him, he already shot (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah boom) Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop Brodie off a stick, purging on the opps Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, spinnin' 'til it land (Bitch) He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom) Bitch, I kept clickin' 'til that bitch jam He tried run, clicked up on his mans (Pussy) They some chumps, all them niggas ran (Bitch) 'Glizzy start to sprayin', wavin' like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Dont touch my cereal You touch it im going serial Killer My nigher im imperial Cause im a spiritual miracle Individual Beeing seeing the division in you like you splitting in two time to divise a plan lets divide you like time dude I put one clock in the bed of the bird that said i flew I crossed the clouds that said i blew I met the 3 year old that said i tie my shoes I laced up with god teams but i dont think he remembers Must of forgot me Ohh wait he got me

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Bro sold this beat btw

baby cypress steppa ima step send 3 shots thru the coat we gon flex, we gon leave him bleeding from his chest, oh he jackin makk the balla stung his flesh and karti got poked got poked in his body, and capo a bitch he got poked in his leg, and prada got beat he got stomped no karate, mbk niccas pussy got smacked broke the egg ayo jah let's spin the wick, they not outside so let's see who gon flick, 85th shit to my dick, Sosa got beat he got beat by a bitch for all of you niccas jackin that i'm crip i'm not da ripk but we could get it craccin when suave got caught he got smacked in his lip, yelled yoCig nobody knows what happened

EVERYTHING FOR NOTTI OY OY

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No puedo parar de josear Nigga I thing a habit In the street I pull up ma shank Me soba la tola lo hace fantastic (Gang Gang Gang) Lo mueve como en el strip club En la cuenta pon dos ceros Más Frenan azules negro mete gas Me da igual si hay tres atras Ellos hablaron de mi bro He is a demon you bitch a hoe Está is the life I Choose Dinero putas muñeca g shock Te hago la vuelta corono en el block Foto de pasta y luego estás broke Todas las Bitch ahora visten Dior Con el martillo le doy como thor (Mira a tu pana le deje Peor) (No le salva el desfibrilador) Ando en flow joseador Los tiros no fallo lebron Puse a tu bitch spossed Solo pienso en contar un millón Fumas en grows That shit are bullshit I don’t care if the man is grown He fall down because he a pussy

Haaaaaaaa Cutthroat

Is it free cuz I made my first song in it 💀

WE TRULY POPPING ON QUINCYS WITH THIS ONE 🔥

I like the song but why are they dissing each other just stop the dissing

Whats the instrumental

Ella es una perra solo quiere Sex Tiro por mi brotha breaking my Lit Si le pillo en recta i shot more than six like show me your trip Suck me up Im gona keep Smoking all my ops he didnt luck los busco whi al ma gang

Grah Sigan mirándome de lejos Gracias a estas putas ya tengo reflejo Por cada traición que lanzaban uh ninguna me vio la cara de pendejo Donde están? Ami lado never porq nunca los veo Nelly sonando yo no me lo creo Si faltas los codi la cara te meo Sigo con playo y code en el castillo Salí a los 14 vendiendo pitillo Ahora acumulo mony en el bolsillo Lo gasto con perras y oro en los anillos Pero rela El dinero puede chupármela Ahorcó a esa perra y me dice metela Golpeo a nigga ensucia mi Franela No debiste decil esa mielda ahora me pongo violento Escuche decir a tu novia la ux es el grupo del momento Me van a hace un monumento Y si lo hacen me pongo contento El drogadicto malandro si tuvo talento Y esos malditos los piso como excremento

real gs came here js to rap spin that block spin that coupe like what🗣🗣

Dexter hmc

Dora ahh beat 💀

UEYJFREIOHBKW😵😵

Did anybody use this beat to make a song out of it

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