Nobody got hit, spin the block again (yeah, yeah) I done been too solid, somethin' got to give (yeah, yeah) Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil' You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky I'ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance Product of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coat Damn near fucked my life gamblin', bet it all on ten-to-four Rap get slow, I'm sellin' loads, can't get caught with no skinny ho Can't get caught with no ho at all, bitch, don't slam my door that hard I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd, " she gon' shop, she hold my card Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin' off If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even try Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, nigga, you'll die Comin' from the bricks, I ain't had shit, now the new coupe 125 Yeah Nobody got hit, spin the block again (yeah, yeah) I done been too solid, somethin' got to give (ah, ah) Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill Yeah Do it for my family, my fans, fuck how niggas feel Told 'em it was my turn, I'm guessing that the time's here Skeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pure If you were not here when we was thuggin', you can't come 'round here Hard work, my grind real, I'm dedicated to get this paper He okay, he been a hater, I don't know why he mad at me I won't let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me He better be lucky that I ain't out here just bad rappin' High speed, gettin' in low gear, streets taught me have no fear I invested in the West, their niggas know I sold my dope there Pretty pussy, no hair, she don't like when I put it in my song So I can't go there, but she know I like to go there Nobody got hit, spin the block again (yeah, yeah) I done been too solid, somethin' got to give (yeah, yeah) Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil' You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills
![Lil Baby - Can't Explain INSTRUMENTAL (My Turn) [reprod.Blasé]](/img/n.gif)
This the craziest instrumental evert!
You cooked this 🥘🥙🍜💯🐐🖤
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (yeah, yeah)
I done been too solid, somethin' got to give (yeah, yeah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills
One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky
I'ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance
Product of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coat
Damn near fucked my life gamblin', bet it all on ten-to-four
Rap get slow, I'm sellin' loads, can't get caught with no skinny ho
Can't get caught with no ho at all, bitch, don't slam my door that hard
I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd, " she gon' shop, she hold my card
Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin' off
If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short
I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even try
Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, nigga, you'll die
Comin' from the bricks, I ain't had shit, now the new coupe 125
Yeah
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (yeah, yeah)
I done been too solid, somethin' got to give (ah, ah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
Yeah
Do it for my family, my fans, fuck how niggas feel
Told 'em it was my turn, I'm guessing that the time's here
Skeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pure
If you were not here when we was thuggin', you can't come 'round here
Hard work, my grind real, I'm dedicated to get this paper
He okay, he been a hater, I don't know why he mad at me
I won't let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me
He better be lucky that I ain't out here just bad rappin'
High speed, gettin' in low gear, streets taught me have no fear
I invested in the West, their niggas know I sold my dope there
Pretty pussy, no hair, she don't like when I put it in my song
So I can't go there, but she know I like to go there
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (yeah, yeah)
I done been too solid, somethin' got to give (yeah, yeah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills
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Ay what's the name of the sample
Can u do get money please
Is it copyrighted?
I need this hit me up
You smacked this. I used it for my freestyle check it out if you get a chance 👌
the intro is wrong just saying
facts
His intro much better than the original just saying
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