sometimes i love just having the instrumental and rapping word for word at the top of my head, the feeling when u know ur still in sync, i love $B so much
Please babygirl I'll suck toes on my momma on ohdee o block just cuz idek Bru j let me make music to end this hell suicide filled thought caught stock tracks with a blazer n a spiff shit honestly I jus wanna write rhymes I see ruby oct 31 he a god no sauce pull up pot, talk coke, yuck,. Snot , wowo ,puke? Damn shook how I t go damn fuck this life I'ma throw might just write a rap here and freeze ya life I don't care take a flight all the homies tight ink on our skin fuck it g59 970 jus might throw UP fuck what's in this CUP what you sneak shit did it to myself don't know why I'm hurt uzi yu the man didn't mean to make ya hurt 6*6*6* *** until I die that truth 42 what I do streets cold streets wicked, lately my mind been twisted,. Crow in my ear fills me with fear can't fuck with a queer
@@ulisexo666 he’s asking if you got the original beat from the boys’ recording session or if you perfectly reproduced the beat. i was wondering the same thing cause its identical
@@bitu5519 yes, now that I rlly listen tho, the snare sounds a lil off, still a very good remake tho, almost unnoticeable u have to have rlly good ears to hear that lol
Letras Videos Escuchar Resultados principales Wetto, Wetto, Wetto Wetto, Wetto, Wetto Wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, wet (Wetto!) I got the Glock in my yoga pants Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance Swangin' that K with an open stance Loaded from smoking that opium Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in All of my walls, they closing in 51-50, they tryna come get me Just minding my business and moseying Matte black, smokin' packs Panic attacks, back to back Xanax on my lap, debating (hmm) Should I relapse? But back to the hoe I was talkin' 'bout I just wanna put it up in her mouth Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz? Thuggin' that dirty South Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey 59 Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side $licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughter up your daughter Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water (ay!) Any time, any place, any hood, any state Good 'til it fuckin' ain't, Woods to the fucking face Ridin' with my baby Sage, lines on expensive plates Tears on my diamond chains, stoic, never looking phased Poet when I'm spitting game (game) Show me how that pussy shaved (shaved) Dosage climbin' with my shame (shame) Mama crying for my pain (pain) Will they ever understand? Can I even help my dad? Money fuckin' up my fam' Givin' until there's nothing left Pulling up in that latest (damn!) Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans Went to my hood and I copped some land Blowing through money like Democrats Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax Why the fuck you look to me for help? There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt, I don't know There's a fine line between me and you The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and prolly puke Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through But I'm still shinin', baby girl wildin' Catch me ridin' by with that look in my eyes Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm grippin' my nine Yeah, I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height Standin' tall over my grave
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The beat is oddly chill asf
Mad nostalgia when listening to some of their beats. Takes me back to time where music spoke to my soul.
im glad homie
sometimes i love just having the instrumental and rapping word for word at the top of my head, the feeling when u know ur still in sync, i love $B so much
lol i do the same bro hahaha
They have such a unique style it’s hard
'cept they ain't spit chit they crying sanging fuckboy$.
"eh eh eh eh eh eh eh gibberish eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh gibberish" love it though
accurate
lol
i think it's "get a ni**a dope, *gibberish* for a hoe"
Lmal he says wetwetwetwetwet gibberish wetwetwetwet 😂
Hitaniggadoorhitafloorwithahoe. Or something lool
Adicted to this
WETTO WETTO WETTO
Damn this shit goes harddd
thx homeboy
if you listen to this beat, while also watching the trailer for "Viy" (the lyric video visual) it fits togther all to well.
omgggggg that's so fire i did it
@@ulisexo666 im sayin bro, works all too well, its like they planned it or sumn
This beat thooo 🖤
Broo gj, I love this beat and the song so much 💯🖤🖤
thanks brother
it's my favorite track from the album next to 1000 blunts
@@ulisexo666 damn right axaxa but fr you did good
@@vladthecoldone8804 thanks homie appreciate it
U did good $lick
good job with the vid! i can tell u had fun
thanks mate and yes it was fun to.make
meu remédio.
Godly.
thanks brother
Fyre 🔥🔥
Good Job
thanks
Eh ehe he hee he he hit tha ita doe
Thisss shit fiyaaaaaa🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
thanks homiie
Fire 🔥🔥
thanks homie
Me gusta Beats
gracias
Im interested in this beat
i can't sell it or smn is property of suicideboys but u can use it without profit just give me credit
Anyone know what the opening sound fx is called?
Can I use this beat possibly?
maybe just if u don't monetize bc you could get copy
Please babygirl I'll suck toes on my momma on ohdee o block just cuz idek Bru j let me make music to end this hell suicide filled thought caught stock tracks with a blazer n a spiff shit honestly I jus wanna write rhymes I see ruby oct 31 he a god no sauce pull up pot, talk coke, yuck,. Snot , wowo ,puke? Damn shook how I t go damn fuck this life I'ma throw might just write a rap here and freeze ya life I don't care take a flight all the homies tight ink on our skin fuck it g59 970 jus might throw UP fuck what's in this CUP what you sneak shit did it to myself don't know why I'm hurt uzi yu the man didn't mean to make ya hurt 6*6*6* *** until I die that truth 42 what I do streets cold streets wicked, lately my mind been twisted,. Crow in my ear fills me with fear can't fuck with a queer
I wish someone would tell me how many BPM is this..
i think it was 150
I think 85
goty
iea
What movie is the video from? I love it
Return Of The Living Dead Part II (1988)
thanks for watching❤
@@ulisexo666 Good choice of video because the opening song is phonk
@@crazyblxr_yt5830 yea homie thanks
yo whats the sinewave sample you used? at 0:12
i just sampled the original song
@@ulisexo666 oh alr
have you found the sinewave now?
Where's that "music box" sample from?
idk i samples the original song
Vocal sample please
idk
i used the song
Dj Fila & Rod - Make it rich
Did u pull this from the session files or actually get it spot on?
what do you mean
@@ulisexo666 he’s asking if you got the original beat from the boys’ recording session or if you perfectly reproduced the beat. i was wondering the same thing cause its identical
@@bitu5519 yes, now that I rlly listen tho, the snare sounds a lil off, still a very good remake tho, almost unnoticeable u have to have rlly good ears to hear that lol
next time work on your timing the first sample started way too late everything else is good best one out fs
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Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet (Wetto!)
I got the Glock in my yoga pants
Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
Swangin' that K with an open stance
Loaded from smoking that opium
Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in
All of my walls, they closing in
51-50, they tryna come get me
Just minding my business and moseying
Matte black, smokin' packs
Panic attacks, back to back
Xanax on my lap, debating (hmm)
Should I relapse?
But back to the hoe I was talkin' 'bout
I just wanna put it up in her mouth
Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey 59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughter up your daughter
Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water (ay!)
Any time, any place, any hood, any state
Good 'til it fuckin' ain't, Woods to the fucking face
Ridin' with my baby Sage, lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains, stoic, never looking phased
Poet when I'm spitting game (game)
Show me how that pussy shaved (shaved)
Dosage climbin' with my shame (shame)
Mama crying for my pain (pain)
Will they ever understand?
Can I even help my dad?
Money fuckin' up my fam'
Givin' until there's nothing left
Pulling up in that latest (damn!)
Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends
Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans
I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans
Went to my hood and I copped some land
Blowing through money like Democrats
Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax
Why the fuck you look to me for help?
There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt
I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself
Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt
Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt, I don't know
There's a fine line between me and you
The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and prolly puke
Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through
But I'm still shinin', baby girl wildin'
Catch me ridin' by with that look in my eyes
Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm grippin' my nine
Yeah, I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height
Standin' tall over my grave
This is clearly not instrumental, take away the makin it rich
what
i was high doing this