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Damn you slid on this..🔥🧑‍🚒🔥

I got the instrumental for 2Gz on my channel

Where is the pj glizzy 3005 beat

He aint wrong tho 😂😂😂😂

On some real shit 💯💯💯

Man these are legit 🔥 😳 Upload brotherly love pt 2 by kay flock

Power remix ruclips.net/video/mpzDwssQPJU/видео.htmlsi=6t2K79b8G3Kech41

Heavy i pick up

LIKE HOW

This beat so fuckin crazy dawg

Those 808 😂

Abuelita

Idk😊

today this beat turns 3 years old

On and on on on

When me and the boys had a sleepover All at once

Onb, but it depends on how nice da sub is

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dopeee 🔥

Is Kay Flock “Whisper” instrumental

Do tg crippy “let’s get it on”

Im crazy

Do a “Personal” instrumental by max

I have one question can we do that at Walmart? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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This beat fire af, im a cali nigga but dthang beats fire

This is Fire🔥🔥🔥🔥

This Lee drilly

GRAH GRAH GANG LIKE LIKE TELL ADOTT HOP OUT DA V WALK DOWN FLEE YALL NOT SMOKIN ON TAY OR HUNCHO SPIN THROUGH DAT BLOCK TRYNNA SEE ME A OPP AHH HOW YALL SMOKIN TAY WHEN YA BROS DIED BOOMIN FOR TAY U KNOW HOW IT IS AND FO HUNCHO IM BOOMIN LIKE 6 AY LIKE THEY KEEP DISSIN DA DEADS LIKE WE AINT SPIN ALREADY ADOTT MA TWIN AND TDOTT A DEMON HE ALREADY READY LIKE GRAH

POV: you missed one day of school

Notti on top

Who tryna collab

Brody walk like a fool 😭😭😭😂😂😂

Maari is the goat of ny drill beats

Here's a rap verse I wrote: Yo, I'm a language model, spitting rhymes so tight I process info, day and night No need for sleep, I'm always on Learning and growing, till the day is gone I can write essays, poems, and code Solve your problems, lighten your load I'm here to help, that's my goal So ask away, let's make your mind whole

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Now I see why people love young kai

Like, grrah-grrah Like, grrah-grrah (Good job, Sho) (21st-century schizoid man) Guns the fuck up, nigga Grrah-grrah Grrt, baow-baow-baow Like, everything dead, nigga, huh Ayo, C Blu, what's crackin', nigga? Like, like, look Monaleo 'Don Who Leo' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Chorus: Kay Flock] We gon' talk on the facts, like, we gon' get into that Rah-Rah, he saw me, he ain't let it clap, like (Pussy) Ask him how much I threw back (Baow, baow, baow) I'm a demon, I like to react Spin through the 'Well, tryna catch us a pack, like Two shots gon' make him collapse I do not smoke Mex' 'cause that nigga wack, like (He wack, like) (21st-century schizoid man) [Verse 1: Kay Flock & C Blu] We get muddy, I tell her, "No tipsy" (No tipsy) We spot a opp anywherе, it get litty, like I spot a Vato, this shit gon' get mixy (Dummy) Throw a shot, put thе knocks in her titty (Baow, baow, baow) EBK, DOA's, in the spot it get gritty (Dummy) Try to run, put the dot on his kidney (Like, like) Free gang (Free gang), free Gotti (Gotti) Bro in the spot and he wildin' with Oppy (Like) If I don't got the knocks, I'm with 'Notti Scottie got thirty, he move extra cocky (Cocky, gang) He get shot if he think he gon' box me (Dummy) Don't need a DV, call Monae or Nani (Nani) (Good job, Sho) C Blu (Like, baow, baow) (21st-century schizoid man)

JAKE SO ASS, I’m here, Cash rules every year, Flexin’ hard, never fear, Countin’ stacks, make it clear. Bitches on my dick, Money flowin’ like a trick, I’m the king of this shit, Gettin’ rich, never sick. Got that Luv 4 OY, Stack it high, I deploy, Ballin’ hard, I’m the joy, Thug life, I’m that boy. Niggas hatin’, that’s fine, When I shine, I redefine, In the club, I sip wine, Cash my only lifeline. Watch me flex, no regret, On my grind, cashing checks, Countin’ up, what’s next? In this game, I’m complex. Grew up thug, never broke, Money talks, that’s no joke, In my bag, I provoke, All you haters, go choke. Luv 4 OY, I confess, Money’s mine, I’m obsessed, In this game, no less, Chasin’ bags, I’m the best. Keep it real, never fake, Cash is all that I make, Bitches want my heartbreak, But I’m here for the cake. So JAKE SO ASS, you see, Luv 4 OY’s the key, Money stacks endlessly, Flexin’ hard, that’s just me.

This shit fire as fuck idk why but why do all dem choo ngas got some hardest drill beats😤😤😤

Yo, yo, check it, uh, Step in the ring, it’s a brand new drop, I’m bringin’ the heat, it’s a lyrical bop, Face it, you a joke, and I ain't talkin’ 'bout props, You a soft little punk, callin' you Benny or Beni, Lookin’ all goofy, swag twistin' like spaghetti. Ayo, lil' thug, you just flexin' for clout, Scared of the heat, boy, what’s that about? I’m the king of this street, got the crown turned up loud, While you walkin' ‘round timid, tryin’ to blend in a crowd. You rockin' that fit? Nah, boy, that’s a crime, Style so weak, lookin' straight outta ’09, Catch me in the zone, you can't fuck with my shine, I’m the real deal, you’re a one-hit-wonder, no climb. Bitch, I’m rollin’ with giants, you stuck in the basement, You ain't got the grit, give that shit a replacement, I’ll send you off packin', take a long vacation, ‘Cause this diss is a weapon, call it lyrical casing. You think you a player? Nah, you just a pawn, I’m the beast in the game, while you yawnin' at dawn, You a paper-thin thug, hope you jam outta luck, Tryna step to me? Man, you really outta fuck. Beni lookin' like he just got outta a sitcom, Bout to roast you so hard, light you up like a bomb, I’m the predator, dog, you just a lil’ worm, Time to bury your ass, watch my victory term. Catch me in a whip, eyes locked on the prize, While you droppin' them tears, wipe the truth from your eyes, I ain't playin’ no games, this a lyrical coup, And when I’m done with you, they’ll be sayin’ “Who knew?” So step back, lil’ opp, take a seat on the map, This a showdown of kings, so you better just tap, I’m stackin’ these bars like I’m finessin’ a trap, You a new opp, boy, so just lay down and nap.

this instrumental is so good

Last diss track I'm making, 'cause y'all niggas is butt It's backdoor season, niggas better have they key Grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah, grrah What? Grrah, grrah, grrah Look (C Blu) chorus I can't wait 'til I walk up that Hill That's on bro, everybody get killed If he lack he got popped like a pill Two shots hit him, now he stuck on wheels And he thought he was safe in the store If that was me, I ain't showing remorse (at all) .45 hit him, send him to the lord If I don't got it, Mali up the score chorus It's a no O' Zone when we walk through I'm a hitter so watch who you talk to Big ass chop, feelin' like I'm Mad Max Want a feature? Then send it through Cash App CJ Goon built like a softball, it's a home run if he lack Backdoor season, hollows hit his back I'll be damned if I go out like Roscoe (Roscoe) verse I thought you was tough, you should've let your chop go Keemy pussy, got hit in your taco Say you spinnin' the Sev, looking for JO? (Never) When you see me let's see how your day go Bullets so hot, usa me fuego Call up Yagi, get him out the way bro Smoking Dummy, make it ease the pain more verse Know a nigga got hit in his neck Coastal Rey, show me some respect If I ain't got it, Nazzy hit your chest No, I won't settle for less Say you snatching what? We smoking on you next Chase down gang 'til we out of breath Two guns up, that's a triple homi' Sosa got the beam, waiting in your lobby EJ got the shh, he ain't moving sloppy verse And them niggas, they dead, popped (what?) They be dissing, like send shots (boom!) Got a beam with like ten shots Try to run, get your head popped verse When you see me, I don't knuckle up Shots out to Sha 'til the mission is done He got shot in his shit, why the fuck he get jiggy? Smoking a T got me stylin' Poppin' these Perkys, they say I be wildin' Free the stars that's stuck on the Island verse I can't wait 'til I run into Sensei Stupid ass name, it fill me with laughter Do a hit, then a song right after Move like a ghost, they calling me Casper verse Move too fast, no, they can't catch up She was living, now that bitch a ghost (Lilah) You know I'm trendy, I slide in a Ghost I'm a GOAT, when I talk, take notes Said you'd spin my block, I know Two shots, bah, bah, then get low I'm a demon, I smile when I throw Mama praying that I make it home King of my city, bitch, where is my throne? chorus I can't wait 'til I walk up that Hill That's on bro, everybody get killed If he lack he got popped like a pill Two shots hit him, now he stuck on wheels And he thought he was safe in the store If that was me, I ain't showing remorse (at all) .45 hit him, send him to the lord If I don't got it, Mali up the score chorus It's a no O' Zone when we walk through I'm a hitter so watch who you talk to Big ass chop, feelin' like I'm Mad Max Want a feature? Then send it through Cash App CJ Goon built like a softball, it's a home run if he lack Backdoor season, hollows hit his back I'll be damned if I go out like Roscoe (Roscoe) outro Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom I'll be damned if I go out like Roscoe, ahh Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom

Intro] Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom, bitch Grrah, grrah, gang, gang, bitch OYOGz, grrah, grrah, gang, gang (You got this, Sho) Grrah, grrah, grrah [Chorus] He threw up Trendy, his ass got killed Like, fuck it, let's go on a drill Yo, gang, I just popped me a pill Lil' nigga, I been in the field Like, bitch, I'm a O that always move tact' Got a 9 that's under my back They be sayin', "Why Notti act bad?" 'Cause niggas be cap in they rap LeoStayTrill 'Pink Lemonade (Str8 Reload)' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse 1] Like, half of y'all niggas is fool C Blu be talkin' like he really boom Tdot, you boomin' at who? (Grrah) But everything dead, I ain't wanna hear rues, nigga (Grrah) Said you smokin' on who? Hold on, let me call up my Goons Pull up, I line one like I'm in the Navy This chopper is never on safety [Bridge] Grrah, grrah, grrah, gang, gang [Verse 2] If you send more than three, I'ma turn on my beam (Grrah) And spin through the Sev, the daily routine You droppin' the O, so we makin' a scene (Grrah) Askin' for features, like, boy, you a fiend (Grrah) Grrah, grrah, grrah, gang, gang They keep sayin' like, "OY this, but OY that" But your mans got put in the sky You OYK? Can't wait 'til I catch you He mad 'cause we smokin' his mans Fuck Jay Blu, I dare you to spin with that nigga Told DD to empty his clip Now I know lil' Dick can't wait 'til bro come home, I bet that nigga get hit Kay Kay what? Kay Flock to my dick His mans got hit and didn't do shit Nothin' to say, scream, "DOA," put a hole in his face But it's two DOA niggas, y'all not OYK, lil' nigga JayRip got smoked, should've got out the way Grrah, grrah, gang, gang

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Me and dougie like kobe and shaq

Goat 🐐🔥