DT5 on the beat Senseii Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me? Plugged in In Zone - tryna cause some hell Made - dance, cut shapes as well They can't have beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale In Zone - tryna cause some hell Made - dance, cut shapes as well They can't have beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale If I crash this car on a glide Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented If I jump out, swing my shank Pierce man's lungs and I fucking meant it Stack my bread then I got it invested Waps on deck, in the N- I test it TP gang from the deepest trenches Get back where? Get back in them benches Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings Jump out, gang put the opps on pendants 15 inch but the Glock's my preference Five man deep, that's perfect attendance Why the opps keep hurdling fences? Don't ask me personal questions Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless Blacked out GLA or Mokka Me and S in a bruck-down Honda Spin that whip if I see me an opper Call backup, chinged him proper Samurai sword cuts like a chopper Bro with the Glock, fill it with copper Got live corn for an opper They don't wanna see what I got in my locker Them man there just talk on the 'Gram I get 'round there in a ding-dong van Looking for him or a so-called fan Slide that door, young g go ham Pray that the .44 ting don't jam Rate that aim, 99 no Sam I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck In B- got the jiggy on deck In T- estate got the blikky and kwef No way, he still get cheffed Don't move right, you will get left Shots get beat from the nine and TEC Baddie, baddie give drops in W- Flick it, flick, it that's blades in necks Who's that? My man throwing up- You can get left like the Christmas ghost Drugs, money, it come from the coast White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick Niggas get lit like I'm lighting my matches Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches Fresh out the box and it's automatic Tell the driver, "Stop here, let me slap it" I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones But still we crash corn at them I beg you don't leave your friend Six feet deep where the opps get sent Shit gets peak and I know they're stressed Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs Spin that whip, try catch me an M Tell my young Gs don't lack like- Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide Shit get's peak when us man ride In my mother's hood where my opps get fried Known to the pigs as a violent guy You best not lack, got my zombie knife Got no waps, so the rap is a lie Invest in shanks, still don't ride Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies Who's that? What's that? Jump out, get him In the N- with a rusty weapon Two AKs, put the four in the seven Have you ever seen a golden berett? And Slap that corn at his melon Slide through with the Wesson Question, question Why the fuck you leaving your bredrin? In Zone - tryna cause some hell Made - dance, cut shapes as well They can't have beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale In Zone - tryna cause some hell Made - dance, cut shapes as well They can't have beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale Fumez The Engineer Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Mini / B.m.
Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me? Plugged in In Zone - tryna cause some hell Made - dance, cut shapes as well They can't have beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale In Zone - tryna cause some hell Made - dance, cut shapes as well They can't have beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale If I crash this car on a glide Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented If I jump out, swing my shank Pierce man's lungs and I fucking meant it Stack my bread then I got it invested Waps on deck, in the N- I test it TP gang from the deepest trenches Get back where? Get back in them benches Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings Jump out, gang put the opps on pendants 15 inch but the Glock's my preference Five man deep, that's perfect attendance Why the opps keep hurdling fences? Don't ask me personal questions Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless Blacked out GLA or Mokka Me and S in a bruck-down Honda Spin that whip if I see me an opper Call backup, chinged him proper Samurai sword cuts like a chopper Bro with the Glock, fill it with copper Got live corn for an opper They don't wanna see what I got in my locker Them man there just talk on the 'Gram I get 'round there in a ding-dong van Looking for him or a so-called fan Slide that door, young g go ham Pray that the .44 ting don't jam Rate that aim, 99 no Sam I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck In B- got the jiggy on deck In T- estate got the blikky and kwef No way, he still get cheffed Don't move right, you will get left Shots get beat from the nine and TEC Baddie, baddie give drops in W- Flick it, flick, it that's blades in necks Who's that? My man throwing up- You can get left like the Christmas ghost Drugs, money, it come from the coast White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick Niggas get lit like I'm lighting my matches Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches Fresh out the box and it's automatic Tell the driver, "Stop here, let me slap it" I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones But still we crash corn at them I beg you don't leave your friend Six feet deep where the opps get sent Shit gets peak and I know they're stressed Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs Spin that whip, try catch me an M Tell my young Gs don't lack like- Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide Shit get's peak when us man ride In my mother's hood where my opps get fried Known to the pigs as a violent guy You best not lack, got my zombie knife Got no waps, so the rap is a lie Invest in shanks, still don't ride Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies Who's that? What's that? Jump out, get him In the N- with a rusty weapon Two AKs, put the four in the seven Have you ever seen a golden berett? And Slap that corn at his melon Slide through with the Wesson Question, question Why the fuck you leaving your bredrin? In Zone - tryna cause some hell Made - dance, cut shapes as well They can't have beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale In Zone - tryna cause some hell Made - dance, cut shapes as well They can't have beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
On a commencé à 2 j'ai finis tout seul On c'était juré qu'on allait faire du sal Un coup de trahisons j'ai finis au sol A force d'être meilleur on me dit Yvsko tu soul Mon coeur Éméchée Jsuis devenu Mechant J'ai sorti le machin Bizarrement mes mots je l'ai pas mâcher Devant l'ennemi tjr etre méchant Fait beleck on peut niquer devant les g
I roll with the pole with ima poker stuck in my zone ima stoner get strech for being a loner we just laugh at the opps like joker get put in a benz watch your friends get toke up bagged a sweet one in ends kway back then but then broke up, all of suudden mans all grown up big 18 get swung in your shoulder stack this bread till it's big like folders big man now can't tell me bout olders
your car gettin' dented If I jump out, swing my shank, pierce man's lungs and I fuckin' meant it Stack my bread then I got it invested Waps on deck, in the Nizz, I test it TP gang from the deepest trenches Get back where? Get back in them benches Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings Jump out gang, put the opps on pendants Fifteen inch, but the Glock's my preference Five man deep, that's perfect attendance Why the opps keep hurdlin' fences? Don't ask me personal questions Ching man down, I'm jerkin' him endless
Looklisten yo get thr job done don’t play with ice mix the codeine with lean and sprite gotta stay on point ahead of my time they catch feelings we catch flights we get money and live this life they can’t go shop without tear in there eye look at your mum and tell her you love her Cah you can get when the mandem bite
When i jump out the ride with the hand ting You already know its gonna be mad ting When i slap that i had them runnin Had them all doin up the sonic boost dash ting When i step round here and wig him dip him insert my shank and twist it And when we circle they block and they lackin lackin hop out the car and splash him He was chokin on blood and his shirt went from white to red that’s a fashion I dont know why milly me milly me dash him
tell dat teacher twice in one lunch he a Chinese singer no super idol but I'm never scared or idol that's why real life roller my title Real life roller my title cuz I make a spin like a vinyl try chat to gb jussa trifle too ruthless he'll rack a rival ask me if i'm dumb? dont make me laugh you got a 1 gese chinese, aint gonna pass that brun make a chinese run, this is fun jaws get smacked like drums me, gb and kirbz we was there when shit got spun wen-lin got racked by green-hill zhi-heng got racked by aecian must be save me like meek-mill we made that vibe contagious wan get rich like tfue he saw us, turnt ghost like aydan gb too tapped too lethal he got bad-blood for them asians take that shit if its up for taking not tryna be famous jus do it for me and gang get dropped if you try defame gb badman dont care bout your name sent a chinese straight to the pave wen-lin got sent to the pave shoulda just stayed in his lane
Hop in the dings dont hop in the back seat I'm driving fast like flying apache Drop 4th to 3rd you cant catch me Silence in the car but the tires are chatty High speed crash only thing that can pack me On the back road we ain't going to maccies Driving big boy cars in traccies Take your belt off g and get slappy 3 man up in a 2 door coupe drop the top and then aim shoot Bro asked whats in the boot Couple bricks of yay and a pikey yute My life feeling like im in a loop Coming for your soul dont care bout loot My life must be a fucking loop drop the drop top and then fucking shoot In the amg just serving swerving the tires burning We the young boys just working Ding ding trips and the steering jerking My new girl wanted burking I got a new whip for the sake of lurking Got all of the bad ones twerking And I got all of the opp boys hurting All of the opp boys hiding Were gliding Got the back out sliding Just wait til we find him Hop out the dings and then fucking knife him Everyone knows we're riding .44 shells for a fuck off python If we get caught were lifeing Put your foot down and just dodge these sirens
2 back seat but 4 door Car no bike or suttin we Ching man clar, Ching my blade inside his Giblets Aim for his Guts and Splash out his Appendix, Crash like James get Smoked like Page hop on the Ped and swing at Brains, Clutch my Rambo get bined like Blem Speed with Car get past get far, Wet that splash get drenched get far of cause I drenched up his spleen like sparks, Zombie Knife shoulda dive and hide AK with bullets get bun get bined, Blaze out Bones jerk blades through Bones Slide in Pelvis and rip out Intestines, Stomach get rammed, get blammed, get tanned blades inject through Limbs and Lungs, Pull out Thyroid when we gonn Inject, blades through Limbs and Z’S through Limbs, Back that splash inside through Colon insert my blade get drenched, get benched, ( not finished ) Kinda Hard I think
Entro dentro al bando con un nuovo ferro l ho cambiato l altro è stato preso la guardia che ha rotto il cazzo che mi sta appresso dentro a quel blocco dividono il pezzo non capisci rileggiti il testo 10 k davanti e l altri di dietro è sempre la solita lo faccio sul serio non do soldi allo stato solo soldi in nero black dinero big drip come fivio non mi frega un cazzo sono psyco Con mio fratello c ho fatto un patto soldi in contanti sul tavolo sto tutto drippato compro una collana da icebox con i soldi del pacco il tuo amico si parla troppo ha rotto il cazzo è solo un ratto non racconto quello che ho fatto in questura non cio mai parlato tuo fratello parla troppo è soloo un codardo parli di feat ma tu l hai pagato per strada tutto è oro colato in 30 facedo un agguato Sopra ad un tmax col volto coperto ed il casco integrato , fanculo lo stato, che mette in gabbia un pischello co un grammo Fanculo lo stato odio quelli che dicono e non fanno, parlano parlano ma non sanno farlo ce solo un proiettile vedi bene come usarlo, b
They say I'm going to hell.... But right now... Have to prevail.... Deal with the devil on my way down..... Fk Might get put in the ground... Honestly it's fine by me G Leave me a legacy.
PURCHASE - bsta.rs/3a938189
still buy?
Yes
💯💯💯💯
Wait, can still purchase a lease for this????
@@dark.fury04 yes
The way the 808 kinda never stops and just keeps on going is fucking insane
“War is war and time will tell”
Daily reminder your mum don’t love you
@@kameronregan4121 facts
@@kameronregan4121 ruthless😂😂
Glock 52 and 32 blows
Clock 32. No 32 bells
real ones know this was originally called raided, cold
Who’s here after the plugged in
💯💯💯💯💯😂
i 💯🔥
Who woudnt be 💀
That “oooooohhh” in the background makes the beat even better
Makes it sounds ominous ibsr
This is cold 🥶. You can hear BM’s voice through the beat.
hardest UK drill beat i've ever listened to fr
That choir is clutch
This beat is so insane, every time i hear this voice i get goosebumps.
“If I crash this car on a glide
Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented”
🙏🏾
MADE PHILLY DANCE CUT SHAPES ASWELL 🤣🎱💨
“If I crash this car onna glide, don’t worry bout the car getting dented”
routine to come back to this and listen once in a while
I still can’t believe this charted 🤣 (that’s a compliment btw)
I know bro it’s crazy, TikTok is tooo powerful fr
Yo you bros killed it this beat was mad so hard and TPl BM X Mini X Sava went hard
all i can hear is “blacked out GLA or mokka”
Me and S in a bruk down Honda
Coldest tune
The rhyme works so well with verse omds
@@dt5beats892 called back up chinged him proper
@@dt5beats892 spin that whip if i see me an oppa
I still cant forget this masterpiece bro
One of the best beats OAT!
Good job with the 808s insane it keeps going
This beat 🔥🔥🔥🔥🤟🏾
THIS BEAT US DANGEROUS 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
fire!
still listening to this day
👊👊
This beat is so coldddd❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️👈
The walkz reaction tho🤣🤣
Legendary
Shelled this 😤
This stuff goood asf
Thanks g so now I can finally rap on this beat after 2years later
Legend 👌
Beat hella fire🔥💯
"If I crash this car on the glide, don't worry bout you car gettin dented'
🥶🥶🥶 DT5 DONE A MAZZA STILL
Abu Sufian cmonnnn
"if i crash this car on a glide don't worry about the car getting dented"
If I jump out swing my shanq pierce man lungs and I fucking meant it
Stack my bread then I got it invested
@@asian4515Waps On deck In The N I Test It
“question question why the fuck you leaving your bredrin” 🔥🔥
Bro u should do more beats like this one literally is fuckin bangin !!
Insane beat
this is fire browski 🔥🔥🔥
Hard asff
DT5 on the beat
Senseii
Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me?
Plugged in
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
If I crash this car on a glide
Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented
If I jump out, swing my shank
Pierce man's lungs and I fucking meant it
Stack my bread then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the N- I test it
TP gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out, gang put the opps on pendants
15 inch but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdling fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless
Blacked out GLA or Mokka
Me and S in a bruck-down Honda
Spin that whip if I see me an opper
Call backup, chinged him proper
Samurai sword cuts like a chopper
Bro with the Glock, fill it with copper
Got live corn for an opper
They don't wanna see what I got in my locker
Them man there just talk on the 'Gram
I get 'round there in a ding-dong van
Looking for him or a so-called fan
Slide that door, young g go ham
Pray that the .44 ting don't jam
Rate that aim, 99 no Sam
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck
In B- got the jiggy on deck
In T- estate got the blikky and kwef
No way, he still get cheffed
Don't move right, you will get left
Shots get beat from the nine and TEC
Baddie, baddie give drops in W-
Flick it, flick, it that's blades in necks
Who's that? My man throwing up-
You can get left like the Christmas ghost
Drugs, money, it come from the coast
White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick
Niggas get lit like I'm lighting my matches
Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches
Fresh out the box and it's automatic
Tell the driver, "Stop here, let me slap it"
I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones
But still we crash corn at them
I beg you don't leave your friend
Six feet deep where the opps get sent
Shit gets peak and I know they're stressed
Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs
Spin that whip, try catch me an M
Tell my young Gs don't lack like-
Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide
Shit get's peak when us man ride
In my mother's hood where my opps get fried
Known to the pigs as a violent guy
You best not lack, got my zombie knife
Got no waps, so the rap is a lie
Invest in shanks, still don't ride
Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies
Who's that? What's that?
Jump out, get him
In the N- with a rusty weapon
Two AKs, put the four in the seven
Have you ever seen a golden berett? And
Slap that corn at his melon
Slide through with the Wesson
Question, question
Why the fuck you leaving your bredrin?
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
Fumez The Engineer
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Mini / B.m.
Thanks
This one is dope beat from you
Hardest🥶🥶
Mizan R27 🤝🤝
OTP IS THE BEST GANG EVER
Nahh AGB on top
FOUND IT LETS GO
cold still
My guy
This is too hard still
Finally I found it
bro put netflix in the tags 💀💀
Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me?
Plugged in
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
If I crash this car on a glide
Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented
If I jump out, swing my shank
Pierce man's lungs and I fucking meant it
Stack my bread then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the N- I test it
TP gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out, gang put the opps on pendants
15 inch but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdling fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless
Blacked out GLA or Mokka
Me and S in a bruck-down Honda
Spin that whip if I see me an opper
Call backup, chinged him proper
Samurai sword cuts like a chopper
Bro with the Glock, fill it with copper
Got live corn for an opper
They don't wanna see what I got in my locker
Them man there just talk on the 'Gram
I get 'round there in a ding-dong van
Looking for him or a so-called fan
Slide that door, young g go ham
Pray that the .44 ting don't jam
Rate that aim, 99 no Sam
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck
In B- got the jiggy on deck
In T- estate got the blikky and kwef
No way, he still get cheffed
Don't move right, you will get left
Shots get beat from the nine and TEC
Baddie, baddie give drops in W-
Flick it, flick, it that's blades in necks
Who's that? My man throwing up-
You can get left like the Christmas ghost
Drugs, money, it come from the coast
White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick
Niggas get lit like I'm lighting my matches
Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches
Fresh out the box and it's automatic
Tell the driver, "Stop here, let me slap it"
I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones
But still we crash corn at them
I beg you don't leave your friend
Six feet deep where the opps get sent
Shit gets peak and I know they're stressed
Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs
Spin that whip, try catch me an M
Tell my young Gs don't lack like-
Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide
Shit get's peak when us man ride
In my mother's hood where my opps get fried
Known to the pigs as a violent guy
You best not lack, got my zombie knife
Got no waps, so the rap is a lie
Invest in shanks, still don't ride
Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies
Who's that? What's that?
Jump out, get him
In the N- with a rusty weapon
Two AKs, put the four in the seven
Have you ever seen a golden berett? And
Slap that corn at his melon
Slide through with the Wesson
Question, question
Why the fuck you leaving your bredrin?
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
"pierce mans lungs and i fuckin meant it" SO HARD
please do TPL hotbox freestyle
Fire 🔥
slaps harder then my dads belt
YOU GOTTA RELEASE THE 2.0 VERSION BRO SHITS HARD
Likes my comment even tho he already has released it and I'm the dumbass 🤣
😂😂😂
IN ZONE 8 TRYNA CAUSE SOME HELL
jiggi jiggi
this is probably one of the coldest beats i’ve heard❄️🤮 where did you get the vocal sample from it’s too good🤮
War is war n time will tell
“Glock 32 no bells” “Get well soon if you hold these shells”
“Youngers to olders scream like girls”
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell
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On a commencé à 2 j'ai finis tout seul
On c'était juré qu'on allait faire du sal
Un coup de trahisons j'ai finis au sol
A force d'être meilleur on me dit Yvsko tu soul
Mon coeur Éméchée
Jsuis devenu Mechant
J'ai sorti le machin
Bizarrement mes mots je l'ai pas mâcher
Devant l'ennemi tjr etre méchant
Fait beleck on peut niquer devant les g
1:50 how do you make that transition tho📓😭😭
genuinely just different I swear
Makin a freestyle on this beat.
*thicc*
❄️❄️
I roll with the pole with ima poker
stuck in my zone ima stoner
get strech for being a loner we just laugh at the opps like joker get put in a benz watch your friends get toke up bagged a sweet one in ends kway back then but then broke up, all of suudden mans all grown up big 18 get swung in your shoulder stack this bread till it's big like folders big man now can't tell me bout olders
Amizades di boca mi nka creeeeeee
bro u killed this 🤢
My g
9/10
BoxProd love bro
Do you man knows where it starts like “if i crash this car on a glide don’t worry about car getting dented”
Might have to drop a song to this
Cmon
I GOT BARE GYAL ROUND JIGGY JIGGY ON DECK😂🔥
100th comment
Literally writing to this 💯 question is it free for non profit ?
If a crash this car in a glid don't worry about get dented
Do you know where it start?
Not tRNA crash the glid
💥
🙏🙏
What piano did you use?🔥
your car gettin' dented
If I jump out, swing my shank, pierce man's lungs and I fuckin' meant it
Stack my bread then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the Nizz, I test it
TP gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out gang, put the opps on pendants
Fifteen inch, but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdlin' fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerkin' him endless
Looklisten yo get thr job done don’t play with ice mix the codeine with lean and sprite gotta stay on point ahead of my time they catch feelings we catch flights we get money and live this life they can’t go shop without tear in there eye look at your mum and tell her you love her Cah you can get when the mandem bite
please help
When i jump out the ride with the hand ting
You already know its gonna be mad ting
When i slap that i had them runnin
Had them all doin up the sonic boost dash ting
When i step round here and wig him dip him insert my shank and twist it
And when we circle they block and they lackin lackin hop out the car and splash him
He was chokin on blood and his shirt went from white to red that’s a fashion I dont know why milly me milly me dash him
Can i make a mashup with this beat bro cold asf😅🔥
TJB course my bro
DT5 Beats nws bro👊🏽
what they call the opera sound in the song?
it's called opera sound
what drumkit that kick from?
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0:13
tell dat teacher twice in one lunch
he a Chinese singer no super idol
but I'm never scared or idol
that's why real life roller my title
Real life roller my title
cuz I make a spin like a vinyl
try chat to gb jussa trifle
too ruthless he'll rack a rival
ask me if i'm dumb? dont make me laugh
you got a 1
gese chinese, aint gonna pass that brun
make a chinese run, this is fun
jaws get smacked like drums
me, gb and kirbz
we was there when shit got spun
wen-lin got racked by green-hill
zhi-heng got racked by aecian
must be save me like meek-mill
we made that vibe contagious
wan get rich like tfue
he saw us, turnt ghost like aydan
gb too tapped too lethal
he got bad-blood for them asians
take that shit if its up for taking
not tryna be famous
jus do it for me and gang
get dropped if you try defame
gb badman dont care bout your name
sent a chinese straight to the pave
wen-lin got sent to the pave
shoulda just stayed in his lane
do you mind if i use it for instagram reels bro ?
Hop in the dings dont hop in the back seat
I'm driving fast like flying apache
Drop 4th to 3rd you cant catch me
Silence in the car but the tires are chatty
High speed crash only thing that can pack me
On the back road we ain't going to maccies
Driving big boy cars in traccies
Take your belt off g and get slappy
3 man up in a 2 door coupe
drop the top and then aim shoot
Bro asked whats in the boot
Couple bricks of yay and a pikey yute
My life feeling like im in a loop
Coming for your soul dont care bout loot
My life must be a fucking loop drop the drop top and then fucking shoot
In the amg just serving swerving the tires burning
We the young boys just working
Ding ding trips and the steering jerking
My new girl wanted burking
I got a new whip for the sake of lurking
Got all of the bad ones twerking
And I got all of the opp boys hurting
All of the opp boys hiding
Were gliding
Got the back out sliding
Just wait til we find him
Hop out the dings and then fucking knife him
Everyone knows we're riding
.44 shells for a fuck off python
If we get caught were lifeing
Put your foot down and just dodge these sirens
Bro is so sicj👋👋👋
Can i use this beat for non-commercial?
What’s the vst for the piano bro?
man got hearted but didnt get a reply lmaoo
@@NxstyyyWxy damn bro 😂
I think he copied it from the original track but still dope tho🔥
@@eindhoven-0406 no he’s the original producer
Have u got a soundcloud bro?
T6V7S not even bro
0:30
2 back seat but 4 door Car no bike or suttin we Ching man clar,
Ching my blade inside his Giblets Aim for his Guts and Splash out his Appendix,
Crash like James get Smoked like Page hop on the Ped and swing at Brains,
Clutch my Rambo get bined like Blem
Speed with Car get past get far,
Wet that splash get drenched get far of cause I drenched up his spleen like sparks,
Zombie Knife shoulda dive and hide
AK with bullets get bun get bined,
Blaze out Bones jerk blades through Bones
Slide in Pelvis and rip out Intestines,
Stomach get rammed, get blammed,
get tanned blades inject through Limbs and Lungs,
Pull out Thyroid when we gonn Inject,
blades through Limbs and Z’S through Limbs,
Back that splash inside through Colon insert my blade get drenched, get benched, ( not finished ) Kinda Hard I think
Entro dentro al bando con un nuovo ferro
l ho cambiato l altro è stato preso
la guardia che ha rotto il cazzo che mi sta appresso
dentro a quel blocco dividono il pezzo
non capisci rileggiti il testo 10 k davanti e l altri di dietro
è sempre la solita lo faccio sul serio
non do soldi allo stato solo soldi in nero black dinero
big drip come fivio non mi frega un cazzo sono psyco
Con mio fratello c ho fatto un patto soldi in contanti sul tavolo
sto tutto drippato compro una collana da icebox con i soldi del pacco
il tuo amico si parla troppo ha rotto il cazzo è solo un ratto
non racconto quello che ho fatto in questura non cio mai parlato
tuo fratello parla troppo è soloo un codardo parli di feat ma tu l hai pagato
per strada tutto è oro colato in 30 facedo un agguato
Sopra ad un tmax col volto coperto ed il casco integrato , fanculo lo stato, che mette in gabbia un pischello co un grammo
Fanculo lo stato odio quelli che dicono e non fanno, parlano parlano ma non sanno farlo ce solo un proiettile vedi bene come usarlo, b
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They say I'm going to hell....
But right now...
Have to prevail....
Deal with the devil on my way down.....
Fk
Might get put in the ground...
Honestly it's fine by me
G
Leave me a legacy.
تو تاریکیه کوچه های تنگو باریک..کارد کمرم میزنه برق، میلرزونه دل هر دیو.... ترس دلمو کشتم، شاید بزنه اَ پشتم.. ولی باز ترسـ داره دلش...چون بدخواه میدونه پشتم نداره زره و پشت نمیکنم بهش...مثه صخرم سرسختم سردمدار سردارو سرمشقم..میگیرم دم هردم پای ورق چشمم کور دندم نرم خودم انتخاب کردم ک پاش بجنگم...دنیام تاریک افکارم روشن..قلبم شده از جنس جوشن.. رپ حقیقت محض اعتماد ب نفسه توش پره هرزه حتی اونی ک سر ب تنش، نمی ارزه...علی مدافع، رپفارس حرمه اسلحه قلمه خشابا کلمه..رگبی فور تنمه ..کلی کلمه توی کلمه.. لاتی پر نمیکنم ولی زیر مایین اگ پر کنم،،
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