Stay in my lane with stamina They call me Hawk cause I'm animal Eating up tracks like Hannibal They hand me the beat I'm a cannibal My status say that I will damage u Umpteenth ways to handle u My station is what they channel to Cold out, Timberlands and the flannels the move They press they always press-ing Gotta keep the competition guess-ing Took a stress test I ain't stress-ing Good numbers and count my bless-ings Testing testing test-ing Never step foot in the West Wing The beast come out he ain't rest-ing Long time the hunger been fester-ing I do this shit for my nest-lings Since I was young been a blessed king Picking up the mic was the best thing Now the phone is the only thing I let ring! (Bow)
Huh? Come on Wait, huh? Uh I do this shit with no pressure (no pressure) Run up the back ends and put up the extra You cannot step with the steppers (steppers) You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean You cannot run up and check us (check us) I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed Got twenty-five shooters in a sprinter (grr) Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks, and beams (huh) I could make a movie, make a scene (yeah) I put the Glock on repeat (oh yeah) Only Amiri the jeans (oh yeah) It hurt my Glock when I lean (oh yeah) Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk (don't talk) Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak (don't speak) Look at my drip when I walk (walk) Slimy like Thugger and Wheez, uh I left that bitch in the bed Then jumped in a 'Rari, then hopped in these streets (skrrt) I'm on my way to the stu', I'm geekin' off meds like who wanna lean? (Huh?) Lil' nigga get to the breesh (to the breesh) Can't fuck with that bitch 'cause she treesh ('cause she treesh) In three weeks we took back the streets Fuck all the opps and police Slime, yeah, yeah (woo) Yeah (slime), yeah (spider) Yeah (huh), yeah (yeah) Yeah (slime), yeah Bentley ashtray and it's just for the guts (uh) Don't you try cum in it slut (uh, uh, uh) I put a four in a A and a W And I've been sippin' on suds (uh, uh, uh) All three of my Carti's got ice on the bezels (yeah) Shit came from the trenches (woo) You speak on my name and it came with the pressure (and what?) We started destruction (yeah) I flew the bitch in way out from Australia (yeah) The global express (on God) I told the lil' nigga don't come with them messages 'Cause we kill the messenger (huh) My bitch got the Drac' with the beam (huh, huh) Four-hundred K large on her rings (that's right) Half a mil', don't you tell what you seen (huh, huh) I'ma boss up the street, ho, you shittin' me? How your jet land at John F. Kennedy? (Shmoney) It's a sixteen passenger genie (yeah) Hold it down with this ho, bro, you're killing me Shawty belong to the street-neet-neets (whoa) We gonna make us a scene I send my dog, check out the scene (whoa) I can't even hide from the ho All of this muhfuckin' ice on my ring (whoa) Don't get beside yourself When you see king, pussy ho speak (uh) I rock designer belts Not neither one of them wrestling things I do this shit with no pressure (no pressure) Run up the back ends and put up the extra You cannot step with the steppers (steppers) You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean You cannot run up and check us (check us) I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed Got twenty-five shooters in a sprinter (grr) Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks, and beams (huh) I could make a movie, make a scene (yeah) I put the Glock on repeat (oh yeah) Only Amiri the jeans (oh yeah) It hurt my Glock when I lean (oh yeah) Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk (don't talk) Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak (don't speak) Look at my drip when I walk (walk) Slimy like Thugger and Wheez
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When I first heard the song I was like “bruh does thug own a damn high school band” 🤣🤣🤣
Hahahaha
The Wheezy dungeon
Easily my favorite beat of the year so far, and the fact you got it up so quick is dope.
Came out hard asf too
Hopefully it'll change this year
One of my favorite beats this decade
Rowdy killed this
That was fast as hell damn I didn’t think someone had it up already
Young thug went ham on this track
Beat of the year
THIS IS PURE BANGER
YES !
“I do that shit w no pressure!”
damn you quick bro💯‼️
The Motivation Is Here 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Woahh bro this is actually brazyy 😤🥳
Great song. I really have become a big rowdy fan. Dude is good and has a great voice
Best beat of 021
This sound like an add on version to hot
1:02 Best part
Broooo I know. This beat would be 10x fire without the horns
@@Dabo9 bro the horns literally make the beat for me
@@Dabo9 bro the horns makes it better fym☠
The white noise is better than the horns
@@Dabo9 the horns r literally the only reason it stands out, otherwise itll be just like ur every other beat
Best one hands down
Back to the BREEEEEEEESHHH!!!!!!!
My guy this crazy!!🔥🔥🔥
Ty for the instrumental
Helluva beat
capless hero
No cap
I love you for this... no homo
Kai cenat's verse from his song w NLE would slap on this beat
Stay in my lane with stamina
They call me Hawk cause I'm animal
Eating up tracks like Hannibal
They hand me the beat I'm a cannibal
My status say that I will damage u
Umpteenth ways to handle u
My station is what they channel to
Cold out, Timberlands and the flannels the move
They press they always press-ing
Gotta keep the competition guess-ing
Took a stress test I ain't stress-ing
Good numbers and count my bless-ings
Testing testing test-ing
Never step foot in the West Wing
The beast come out he ain't rest-ing
Long time the hunger been fester-ing
I do this shit for my nest-lings
Since I was young been a blessed king
Picking up the mic was the best thing
Now the phone is the only thing I let ring! (Bow)
1:02
0:45
Huh? Come on
Wait, huh? Uh
I do this shit with no pressure (no pressure)
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers (steppers)
You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean
You cannot run up and check us (check us)
I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed
Got twenty-five shooters in a sprinter (grr)
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks, and beams (huh)
I could make a movie, make a scene (yeah)
I put the Glock on repeat (oh yeah)
Only Amiri the jeans (oh yeah)
It hurt my Glock when I lean (oh yeah)
Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk (don't talk)
Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak (don't speak)
Look at my drip when I walk (walk)
Slimy like Thugger and Wheez, uh
I left that bitch in the bed
Then jumped in a 'Rari, then hopped in these streets (skrrt)
I'm on my way to the stu', I'm geekin' off meds like who wanna lean? (Huh?)
Lil' nigga get to the breesh (to the breesh)
Can't fuck with that bitch 'cause she treesh ('cause she treesh)
In three weeks we took back the streets
Fuck all the opps and police
Slime, yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah (slime), yeah (spider)
Yeah (huh), yeah (yeah)
Yeah (slime), yeah
Bentley ashtray and it's just for the guts (uh)
Don't you try cum in it slut (uh, uh, uh)
I put a four in a A and a W
And I've been sippin' on suds (uh, uh, uh)
All three of my Carti's got ice on the bezels (yeah)
Shit came from the trenches (woo)
You speak on my name and it came with the pressure (and what?)
We started destruction (yeah)
I flew the bitch in way out from Australia (yeah)
The global express (on God)
I told the lil' nigga don't come with them messages
'Cause we kill the messenger (huh)
My bitch got the Drac' with the beam (huh, huh)
Four-hundred K large on her rings (that's right)
Half a mil', don't you tell what you seen (huh, huh)
I'ma boss up the street, ho, you shittin' me?
How your jet land at John F. Kennedy? (Shmoney)
It's a sixteen passenger genie (yeah)
Hold it down with this ho, bro, you're killing me
Shawty belong to the street-neet-neets (whoa)
We gonna make us a scene
I send my dog, check out the scene (whoa)
I can't even hide from the ho
All of this muhfuckin' ice on my ring (whoa)
Don't get beside yourself
When you see king, pussy ho speak (uh)
I rock designer belts
Not neither one of them wrestling things
I do this shit with no pressure (no pressure)
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers (steppers)
You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean
You cannot run up and check us (check us)
I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed
Got twenty-five shooters in a sprinter (grr)
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks, and beams (huh)
I could make a movie, make a scene (yeah)
I put the Glock on repeat (oh yeah)
Only Amiri the jeans (oh yeah)
It hurt my Glock when I lean (oh yeah)
Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk (don't talk)
Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak (don't speak)
Look at my drip when I walk (walk)
Slimy like Thugger and Wheez
I’m curious as to how to make a photo look like this what edits did they use
LOVE IT
what is that snare name?
Really bro
No Lie Snare - Saint 6 UK Drill Drumkit
No lie snare (you can find it in any pierre bourne drumkit)
Lil Baby would murder this
1:17