Woi, yes (M1OnTheBeat) Yes, woi Again and again, again and again, yeah Yo, Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna I used to do lean and wok Closet filled up with designer, comin' like Panda, Panda Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel She never heard Drill in Atlanta Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza Habibti please, أنا أكيد، إنت وأنا أحلى With Pop Skull in Gaza but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza Niggas want a piece like cassava But we let bridge dem burn like Grabba Anzeige Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie Hand no shake, man, hold that steady Ya man love pose with the ting for picture You man shoulda buss that ting already Ya man love Hezi Hezi Yeah, can't back chat to the Prezi You know when the beef just taste like veggie? Gyal go ritz for the mani, pedi CC bag looks nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavy That's just a big gyal ting, man, you get me? Raemi just turned mommy and that's my sis so I just turn Abti Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me I swear that touch me I never even drive no whips I own so they all look way too dusty If me and Gyalist go St. Michael The gyal come way too fussy, crushy Man said they would do this and that But the man weren't really that wassy, was he? Nah, nah, nah, the man weren't really that what? 1942, hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy Girls from the past that lost me, love me Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big My gyal don't rush me Woi, don't make me have to rise my rifle Man try send some young boys for me Don't make me have to ride by high school Shit you man been droppin' lately Don't make me have to fly my iTunes So much people buy into my hype Don't make me have to buy my hype too Dealt with the big homie already Don't make me have to side-by-side you Nuff times he tried to hide behind you Amnesia but when I remind you I'm touchin' road and I can't find you Word to the M-O-B, I'm tied to I'm givin' up when I decide too, jheeze One (OFB, OFB, OFB) Suh, suh Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh Oh, how we hate leggies (Suh, suh) How much points have the gang got? Many (One) Didn't ever have to rise that dots It was just under my bed and ready (Turn) Bro bro chinged up a opp boy I swear he got chinged already (They told me turn, uh) That next one thought he was boss Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey (They told me turn) Got this bad b on Henny My next one from yard love reggae (shawty) We dishin' out store and telly Then we in France running out Trezeguet (One) She look sexy, sippin' on Henny If it feels good, I'ma pass the penny (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh) She give headie, headie My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty Used to put light in the cling And it still didn't stop it, smellin' like petty Got the dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, Balotelli Them times it was M way (What?) I mean M way, T house, M way, huh North Penty, up top Penty, huh Bentley, Range then Bentley, huh Have you ever had your pockets empty? But still found the bread to afford a trenton Six litres flying through Epsom I swear I've seen life from both perspectives That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection I done run through so much Scottish notes Couldn't care 'bout no recessions (One) Still get one jail call from Boogie Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me CPS murder in the dock like Rupert 'Cah lil' bro went and dun him so ruthless Got this cutie, she half Cuban Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban Says she like chillin' with the ooters, booters Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted They wasn't with us when the jeans were bootleg Putting that work, we ain't never been spoon-fed Comin' for the jungle, you know where the zoo is .44 or the .32 auto bells, its a toothpick No rap cap we just speak what the truth is Lord forgive them, they don't know what they're doing Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin' They thought it was permanent, found it amusin' All this drip on me like I'm canoein' Time just flyin' (Huh) I'm just tryna do the slide ting to my juvies, juvies So the beef is fryin' They tryna stop slidin', Toosie, Toosie (One) (Suh, suh)
The female jawn jawn in the background is called melismatic singing. You can search it up and sample what they have and convert it to the key of the track
@@dunno7580 idek, i would find the closest thing related or just take the actual audio clip, the “ooo’s” in the beginning are similar to first like 3 or 4 seconds “Miracle” by donnie trumpet if you wanna sample that. otherwise, just find the nearest present in your plugin.
Ye, I prayed I got the call already. Cah mom said she couldn't bear with the stress no more cah she ain't no teddy. Gyalist sayin' postpone the wedding I ain't ready. Got in the booth like Bugsey but I don't wanna rush. Cah I lost my heart for my crush.
A lot of them look back at .5 meters You shot derek jeter That was new york's obama ln a way the cat's the leader Let me brand my polymer You're a ball like gossamer l'm being interviewed by a avid vampire l lost my job to a jester
Yo, I'm steppin' in the game, cash flowin' like a stream, pockets fat, livin' every hustler's dream. Ridin' in the Benz, ice on my wrist, got the drip , got the shine, you can't fuck with this. Came from the gutter, now I'm sittin' on top, every move I make, got these haters in shock . I'm a boss, makin' deals, countin' up stacks, livin' large, champagne, hundred-dollar racks. Fuck bein' broke, now I'm rich as hell, penthouse suite, man, you know it so well . Gucci on my feet, Versace on my chest, every day I'm flexin', always lookin' fresh. Got the baddest chicks, they all wanna ride, Lamborghini doors up, cruise the city with pride. I'm the realest, the illest, ain't no question 'bout that, stackin' paper high, watch me count up the racks . Private jet life, flyin' coast to coast , first class sippin', gotta make a toast Aint no cgm , feds , bitchin like a ghost . To the grind, to the hustle, to the never backin' down, from the bottom to the top, I'm the king with the crown. Fuck the haters, they just wanna see me fall, but I'm risin' up, standin' tall through it all. I'm the boss, I'm the don, I'm the man with the plan, got the world in my hands, ain't no stoppin' this man. So when you see me rollin', better know I'm the shit , got the fame, got the fortune, ain't no counterfeit. I'm a legend in the makin', just watch and see , livin' life large, man, I'm just bein' me In the heart of London streets, where the hustle's real , Dodging feds and dirty deals, im jokin aint finna keep it concealed, From X to the y to the y to the z its a fucking hrind , Survival of the fittest, its a fucin shrine, Corner boys flipping packs, making stacks , never lax, no tax Making shit racks ,On a mad, No lad Big packs, Big shacks Its a max Fuck that ,Never lack ,No tack Imma be here till the end Till they finna realise there fuckin tapped Alright Grit and grime in my veins, feel the weight of the chain, No glamour in the struggle, just blood, sweat, and tears, Fuckin smoke raw and uncut, facing fears, it sucks People calling andrew tate a “big fuck” Im just here till the end i cant lie Wait til the end its like a police officer fine Pray to the temple , like to the shrine No waste no time Its Min Like
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Woi, yes
(M1OnTheBeat)
Yes, woi
Again and again, again and again, yeah
Yo, Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain
And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama
Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna
I used to do lean and wok
Closet filled up with designer, comin' like Panda, Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard Drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza
Habibti please, أنا أكيد، إنت وأنا أحلى
With Pop Skull in Gaza but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza
Niggas want a piece like cassava
But we let bridge dem burn like Grabba
Anzeige
Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
Ya man love pose with the ting for picture
You man shoulda buss that ting already
Ya man love Hezi Hezi
Yeah, can't back chat to the Prezi
You know when the beef just taste like veggie?
Gyal go ritz for the mani, pedi
CC bag looks nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
That's just a big gyal ting, man, you get me?
Raemi just turned mommy and that's my sis so I just turn Abti
Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me
I swear that touch me
I never even drive no whips I own so they all look way too dusty
If me and Gyalist go St. Michael
The gyal come way too fussy, crushy
Man said they would do this and that
But the man weren't really that wassy, was he?
Nah, nah, nah, the man weren't really that what?
1942, hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me, love me
Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me
Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me
Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big
My gyal don't rush me
Woi, don't make me have to rise my rifle
Man try send some young boys for me
Don't make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been droppin' lately
Don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype
Don't make me have to buy my hype too
Dealt with the big homie already
Don't make me have to side-by-side you
Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
Amnesia but when I remind you
I'm touchin' road and I can't find you
Word to the M-O-B, I'm tied to
I'm givin' up when I decide too, jheeze
One
(OFB, OFB, OFB)
Suh, suh
Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh
Oh, how we hate leggies (Suh, suh)
How much points have the gang got? Many (One)
Didn't ever have to rise that dots
It was just under my bed and ready (Turn)
Bro bro chinged up a opp boy
I swear he got chinged already (They told me turn, uh)
That next one thought he was boss
Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey (They told me turn)
Got this bad b on Henny
My next one from yard love reggae (shawty)
We dishin' out store and telly
Then we in France running out Trezeguet (One)
She look sexy, sippin' on Henny
If it feels good, I'ma pass the penny (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)
She give headie, headie
My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty
Used to put light in the cling
And it still didn't stop it, smellin' like petty
Got the dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, Balotelli
Them times it was M way (What?)
I mean M way, T house, M way, huh
North Penty, up top Penty, huh
Bentley, Range then Bentley, huh
Have you ever had your pockets empty?
But still found the bread to afford a trenton
Six litres flying through Epsom
I swear I've seen life from both perspectives
That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection
I done run through so much Scottish notes
Couldn't care 'bout no recessions (One)
Still get one jail call from Boogie
Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me
CPS murder in the dock like Rupert
'Cah lil' bro went and dun him so ruthless
Got this cutie, she half Cuban
Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban
Says she like chillin' with the ooters, booters
Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted
They wasn't with us when the jeans were bootleg
Putting that work, we ain't never been spoon-fed
Comin' for the jungle, you know where the zoo is
.44 or the .32 auto bells, its a toothpick
No rap cap we just speak what the truth is
Lord forgive them, they don't know what they're doing
Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in
Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin'
They thought it was permanent, found it amusin'
All this drip on me like I'm canoein'
Time just flyin' (Huh)
I'm just tryna do the slide ting to my juvies, juvies
So the beef is fryin'
They tryna stop slidin', Toosie, Toosie
(One)
(Suh, suh)
Inaccurate. We have rap genius.
@@WeezyanaPiranha ruclips.net/video/0cyZj7Alxxs/видео.html
bro can u please tell what is autobell ?? can't find it on Google
"She Never heard drill in Atlanta" 🔥🔥🔥 2023 checking in again
The female jawn jawn in the background is called melismatic singing. You can search it up and sample what they have and convert it to the key of the track
What video? Ima do a perfect remake of this
@@dunno7580 idek, i would find the closest thing related or just take the actual audio clip, the “ooo’s” in the beginning are similar to first like 3 or 4 seconds “Miracle” by donnie trumpet if you wanna sample that. otherwise, just find the nearest present in your plugin.
@@dunno7580 the choir is from omnisphere btw i jus frogot the exact preset but when i get omni again ill def look for it
Please plug with the female vocals
Suh suh ….. suh suh suh suuuhhh 🔥
Nailed the bassline
Everything is spot on but what about the female little ouuhh in the background but it still came out clean 💯
that’s the only thing I couldn’t figure out good looking ‼️
Prod. Trey Bandø I feel you brotha it’s cool keep up the great work 🤙
I think that’s the only thing everyone is trying to figure out ( including me lmfaooooo ) someone let me know if they figure out how to recreate that
Cloud TheBoy don’t give up boys 💪
is this from a real song sample?
proud of you but you know that🏁
🤞🏾🤞🏾
Dude this is a great remake
keep it up
Which 808 did you use? It‘s so fire🔥
appreciate it & DEAD 808 mira pack
@@BVNDO where can i get the mira pack?
Nah this shit giving me goosebumps like fr
I felt like the beat sounded more harder in the actual song
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Always get the feeling its michael jackson in the background
With so much drama in Boston
It's kinda hard being me get flossin
There’s no drama in Boston
You did great🔥🔥, just missing the Duduk
Drop out then got rich
The kommas don't mean shi
The drama don't mean shi
It's kinda hard bein KEN
U not Kendrick
Always get in my head that it michael jackson doing the background
🙌🙌
Weekend weeken we can light it up all weekend
Beat drop 0:25
What 808 did you use bro?
dead 808
Cool Video. Keep it going 🎹
bpm ?
147
Ok
what vst did you use for the choir?
sampled the choir
Prod. Trey Bandø ah right
Do u mean from the start of the track? Do u know where the original sample came from?
SimplyBmcHD from throughout the track I put the pieces together
UK x USA 💯💯💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Shit slaps
Tru ngl
y el picoooo
Yo can I use this best please no profit plus Ash tag you innit 🙏🏿
go off gang 🔥
Ye, I prayed I got the call already.
Cah mom said she couldn't bear with the stress no more cah she ain't no teddy.
Gyalist sayin' postpone the wedding I ain't ready.
Got in the booth like Bugsey but I don't wanna rush.
Cah I lost my heart for my crush.
2:37
™
Nice💯
If you can hear the female then its not the real deal smfh the female vocals is what make this beat go so hard noob
A lot of them look back at .5 meters
You shot derek jeter
That was new york's obama
ln a way the cat's the leader
Let me brand my polymer
You're a ball like gossamer
l'm being interviewed by a avid vampire
l lost my job to a jester
Where is the violent?
where is the flute melody ????
That’s what I was wondering lol, but the 808s are harder styll 🔥
that was a vox i swear? maybe im tripping but im sure that was jus a vox from aracde
Yo,
I'm steppin' in the game, cash flowin' like a stream, pockets fat, livin' every hustler's dream.
Ridin' in the Benz, ice on my wrist, got the drip
, got the shine, you can't fuck with this.
Came from the gutter, now I'm sittin' on top,
every move I make, got these haters in shock
. I'm a boss, makin' deals, countin' up stacks,
livin' large, champagne, hundred-dollar racks.
Fuck bein' broke, now I'm rich as hell,
penthouse suite, man, you know it so well
. Gucci on my feet, Versace on my chest,
every day I'm flexin', always lookin' fresh.
Got the baddest chicks, they all wanna ride,
Lamborghini doors up, cruise the city with pride.
I'm the realest, the illest, ain't no question 'bout that,
stackin' paper high, watch me count up the racks
. Private jet life, flyin' coast to coast
, first class sippin', gotta make a toast
Aint no cgm , feds , bitchin like a ghost
. To the grind, to the hustle, to the never backin' down,
from the bottom to the top, I'm the king with the crown.
Fuck the haters, they just wanna see me fall,
but I'm risin' up, standin' tall through it all.
I'm the boss, I'm the don, I'm the man with the plan,
got the world in my hands, ain't no stoppin' this man.
So when you see me rollin', better know I'm the shit
, got the fame, got the fortune, ain't no counterfeit.
I'm a legend in the makin', just watch and see
, livin' life large, man, I'm just bein' me
In the heart of London streets, where the hustle's real
, Dodging feds and dirty deals,
im jokin aint finna keep it concealed,
From X to the y to the y to the z its a fucking hrind
, Survival of the fittest, its a fucin shrine,
Corner boys flipping packs,
making stacks
, never lax,
no tax
Making shit racks ,On a mad, No lad
Big packs, Big shacks Its a max
Fuck that ,Never lack ,No tack
Imma be here till the end
Till they finna realise there fuckin tapped
Alright
Grit and grime in my veins, feel the weight of the chain,
No glamour in the struggle, just blood, sweat, and tears,
Fuckin smoke raw and uncut,
facing fears, it sucks
People calling andrew tate a “big fuck”
Im just here till the end i cant lie
Wait til the end its like a police officer fine
Pray to the temple , like to the shrine
No waste no time
Its Min
Like
What’s the bpm
147
but you missed the most important element to this song so it's a no for me dawg
Fr
Kalte Stimmung hier aber keine Hektik Kunde will ein g mach bitte locker Bro ohne Netflix
Theres alot of elements missing in this beat
on bro
Yo I dropped out three times
Now All I see is dollar signs