If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket I got up for the score and they never could block it After the show, I count up in a Masi' Tears fall from the lies, despite Hunnid bands through the time of the night When you left, I ain't wanna live life Now I'm happy on the in and outside Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah Spin the block, finna stretch 'em Wake the hood up when we wet 'em And it's all gon' be alright, yeah When that wrong choice take your life, yeah Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print From them rich niggas kicking yo' back door And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it Who don't know a thing but trap, though Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes The shit that we selling'll make you relapse, though Thinking I'm slipping, run up and get clapped, ho I put that North on the map, ho (gang) Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone off a Perc That ho gon' fuck on a fast beat Ben behind me, do the dash, keeping up in a Vert You get jacked out yo' shit, you can't text me Pussy nigga throwin' shots, ain't at me Strapped up, tell that nigga get at me Tough love for a bitch, won't trap me Pay for the body then I give them the MAC free Got a pound in the car, I'ma smoke on that Left the state for a show and I'm coming back If he say he want smoke, ain't no falling back Want a bitch for the play, I'ma blow the strap He ain't using his head, put it in his lap He ain't 'bout it, could tell that he only rap I just put 40 bands inside the trap Every manifestation, I'm calling rare (gang) Now can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah Tell Jugg bust a right, yeah Hop out, gun flames through the night, yeah You know how I'm rocking, you know that I'm with it You loyal to me, I'll make sure that you get it If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket I go up for the score and they never could block it After the show, I count up in a Masi' Tears fall from the lies, despite Hunnid bands through the time of the night When you left, I ain't wanna live life Now I'm happy on the in and outside Pick it up, throw it out, watch it come back Got a whole hunnid racks in a Dior bag Count up that money, I run up the sack Boarding on the jet with a illegal strap The shit that they talk, I could tell you is cap Up off the X and I only took half Stay energized, I fall back from the tabs Put a half in my way, I'ma pay off the staff I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have Saint Laurent boot with the fur like a bear Balenciaga, than Gucci and Prada I got on all three and I bought several pair When it's up, what we sliding in, ducking from 12 Time wise, clockwise, I never fail (no) Ain't no slacking, we hustling, we on this for real We don't give it, we take it, you know what it is Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Now, can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Spin the block, finna stretch 'em Wake the hood up when we wet 'em And it's all gon' be alright, yeah When that wrong choice take your life, yeah Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print (shh) From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it Who don't know a thing but trap, though Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though Thinkin' I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho I put that North on the map, ho (gang)
I HOPE IT WILLL GET BETTAA,, TRAPPIN LIKE A MAILMAN Gotta get them packs I’m,, Gotta get them packs Goneee I BEEN THRU BAD WEATHERR I ,, GET PACKS IN WHAT WE SELLIN
Eliot Bohr sign up on hipstrumentals.net and create a profile, then on yo profile tap "become an artist", they gon verify you and you can upload this instrumental and since its official, they would share it on their channel
OverviewLyricsListenVideos Hey ma, what do? (Straight up) If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket I got up for the score and they never could block it After the show, I count up in a Masi' Tears fall from the lies, despite Hunnid bands through the time of the night When you left, I ain't wanna live life Now I'm happy on the in and outside Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah Spin the block, finna stretch 'em Wake the hood up when we wet 'em And it's all gon' be alright, yeah When that wrong choice take your life, yeah Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print From them rich niggas kicking yo' back door And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it Who don't know a thing but trap, though Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes The shit that we selling'll make you relapse, though Thinking I'm slipping, run up and get clapped, ho I put that North on the map, ho (gang) Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone off a Perc That ho gon' fuck on a fast beat Ben behind me, do the dash, keeping up in a Vert You get jacked out yo' shit, you can't text me Pussy nigga throwin' shots, ain't at me Strapped up, tell that nigga get at me Tough love for a bitch, won't trap me Pay for the body then I give them the MAC free Got a pound in the car, I'ma smoke on that Left the state for a show and I'm coming back If he say he want smoke, ain't no falling back Want a bitch for the play, I'ma blow the strap He ain't using his head, put it in his lap He ain't 'bout it, could tell that he only rap I just put 40 bands inside the trap Every manifestation, I'm calling rare (gang) Now can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah Tell Jugg bust a right, yeah Hop out, gun flames through the night, yeah You know how I'm rocking, you know that I'm with it You loyal to me, I'll make sure that you get it If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket I go up for the score and they never could block it After the show, I count up in a Masi' Tears fall from the lies, despite Hunnid bands through the time of the night When you left, I ain't wanna live life Now I'm happy on the in and outside Pick it up, throw it out, watch it come back Got a whole hunnid racks in a Dior bag Count up that money, I run up the sack Boarding on the jet with a illegal strap The shit that they talk, I could tell you is cap Up off the X and I only took half Stay energized, I fall back from the tabs Put a half in my way, I'ma pay off the staff I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have Saint Laurent boot with the fur like a bear Balenciaga, than Gucci and Prada I got on all three and I bought several pair When it's up, what we sliding in, ducking from 12 Time wise, clockwise, I never fail (no) Ain't no slacking, we hustling, we on this for real We don't give it, we take it, you know what it is Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Now, can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Spin the block, finna stretch 'em Wake the hood up when we wet 'em And it's all gon' be alright, yeah When that wrong choice take your life, yeah Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print (shh) From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it Who don't know a thing but trap, though Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though Thinkin' I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho I put that North on the map, ho (gang)
Amici siciliani,albanesi e francesi Voi vestiti di marca dalla testa ai piedi Quando andavo a scuola portavo la pana Se la vita mi cambia rimango sempre in piazza Non faro mai una rapina Mon frère lascia scuola alla prima Ho la fame negli occhi lo vedi Mi vedi felice ma tanto non sai Ho amici stranieri che ti guardano strano armani e carrera Givova e legea Non fotto con le major Prova a fare meglio Tu compra dei giubbotti che in zona fa freddo Siamo i primi in gara,cambia la pista Nigga siamo incazzati, incazzati veri Sono con cristian uccidiamo cristiani Sono con mirko sposta grammi pesati True face a te non te la vedo Blue face pronto a fare una rapina No case nuova generazione club dogo La tua testa come pranzo Non voglio la tua puta,poppa perc Tutti i colpi che ho dato Me li sono ritrovati il doppio dietro Se hai qualche problema giu in zona tu non esitare bitch text me Gente che sta senza un soldo E tu parli di soldi e di etti Top flow 4 anni che studio la trap Esce dopo 2 mesi dico è free Sul culo della tua tipa ci fumo sopra Mi hanno fottuto tutto non sono più tornati Diffida da chi dice di tenerci Ma alle sue vittorie non brinderà con te Gente molto più grande vorrebbe me Per fare qualche soldo fottendo me Non fotto con le benz pensa con te Chi parla dietro da me si chiama ratto Gang Ho amici stranieri che ti guardano strano Armani e carrera Givova e legea Figli dei capi dei capi Top gun scappo dai miei guai Con la squadra nel racket,facendo drippin Se sei loyal con me ti mostro i miei amici incazzati Amici siciliani,albanesi e francesi Voi vestiti di marca dalla testa aia piedi Quando andavo a scuola portavo la pana Fare soldi mi calma,ma non mi vedi mai calmo Non faro mai una rapina Mon frère lascia scuola alla prima Ho la fame negli occhi lo vedi Mi vedi felice ma tanto non sai Ho il piatto vuoto penso come a riempirlo Riempire di soldi la dior bag Odio stare fermo odio chi parla dietro Parlare alle spalle indietro rimanete Conosco la strada tu chiamami scout Conosco persone che davvero fanno bang Stavo nella plaza conto soldi soldi casa di carta Fin quando sono vivo provo a portare gli states Mi sento come se nessuno fosse come me Come se nessuno parlasse di cash Balenciaga solo gucci e prada Me ne sbatto il cazzo non sono come te Quando sono stanco,duplico quel cash Ho amici francesi trap nella tour eiffel La faccia non puoi copiarcela facciamo 4real Festa giu in piazza mica dentro a un club Ah, Gang Ho amici stranieri che ti guardano strano Armani e carrera Givova e legea Amici siciliani,albanesi e francesi Voi vestiti di marca dalla testa ai piedi Quando andavo a scuola portavo la pana Se la vita mi cambia rimango sempre in piazza Non faro mai una rapina Mon frère lascia scuola alla prima
Видеоклипы
![Youngboy Never Broke Again - Genie [Instrumental] (Prod. By Playboy XO) + DL via @Hipstrumentals](/img/1.gif)
This is forsure the best one so far🥂🔥
He made it. It's official, so of course.
Highly underestimated this🤭 one In 100 million
I swear this the best one so far
it's the official one
YESSS this is heat
Drop the “I don’t know” instrumental 😈🔥
thank you
Thank you brother
Masterpiece 🔥
Best beat ever made🔥
If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking
They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket
I got up for the score and they never could block it
After the show, I count up in a Masi'
Tears fall from the lies, despite
Hunnid bands through the time of the night
When you left, I ain't wanna live life
Now I'm happy on the in and outside
Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah
Spin the block, finna stretch 'em
Wake the hood up when we wet 'em
And it's all gon' be alright, yeah
When that wrong choice take your life, yeah
Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print
From them rich niggas kicking yo' back door
And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it
Who don't know a thing but trap, though
Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes
The shit that we selling'll make you relapse, though
Thinking I'm slipping, run up and get clapped, ho
I put that North on the map, ho (gang)
Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone off a Perc
That ho gon' fuck on a fast beat
Ben behind me, do the dash, keeping up in a Vert
You get jacked out yo' shit, you can't text me
Pussy nigga throwin' shots, ain't at me
Strapped up, tell that nigga get at me
Tough love for a bitch, won't trap me
Pay for the body then I give them the MAC free
Got a pound in the car, I'ma smoke on that
Left the state for a show and I'm coming back
If he say he want smoke, ain't no falling back
Want a bitch for the play, I'ma blow the strap
He ain't using his head, put it in his lap
He ain't 'bout it, could tell that he only rap
I just put 40 bands inside the trap
Every manifestation, I'm calling rare (gang)
Now can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah
Tell Jugg bust a right, yeah
Hop out, gun flames through the night, yeah
You know how I'm rocking, you know that I'm with it
You loyal to me, I'll make sure that you get it
If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking
They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket
I go up for the score and they never could block it
After the show, I count up in a Masi'
Tears fall from the lies, despite
Hunnid bands through the time of the night
When you left, I ain't wanna live life
Now I'm happy on the in and outside
Pick it up, throw it out, watch it come back
Got a whole hunnid racks in a Dior bag
Count up that money, I run up the sack
Boarding on the jet with a illegal strap
The shit that they talk, I could tell you is cap
Up off the X and I only took half
Stay energized, I fall back from the tabs
Put a half in my way, I'ma pay off the staff
I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have
Saint Laurent boot with the fur like a bear
Balenciaga, than Gucci and Prada
I got on all three and I bought several pair
When it's up, what we sliding in, ducking from 12
Time wise, clockwise, I never fail (no)
Ain't no slacking, we hustling, we on this for real
We don't give it, we take it, you know what it is
Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah
Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah
Now, can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah
Spin the block, finna stretch 'em
Wake the hood up when we wet 'em
And it's all gon' be alright, yeah
When that wrong choice take your life, yeah
Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print (shh)
From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door
And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it
Who don't know a thing but trap, though
Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes
The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though
Thinkin' I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho
I put that North on the map, ho (gang)
dangerous
🔥🔥🔥🔥
this is fuckin heat bro
Could you upload the type of music from bubble struggle adventures please?
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I heard some similar to this on TikTok. edit:the way the beat goes
I HOPE IT WILLL GET BETTAA,, TRAPPIN LIKE A MAILMAN
Gotta get them packs I’m,, Gotta get them packs Goneee
I BEEN THRU BAD WEATHERR I ,,
GET PACKS IN WHAT WE SELLIN
Came here from "Sunken" by 17 on da Track.
damn bro u underrated af u should get this on hipstrumentals or sum
how would I do that bro?? and thanks!
Eliot Bohr sign up on hipstrumentals.net and create a profile, then on yo profile tap "become an artist", they gon verify you and you can upload this instrumental and since its official, they would share it on their channel
@@eatb67 brooo you need to remake 100 years by yfn lucci brooo that shit gone be hard.
Can you remake Quentin Miller - Thanks 2 You? That’s probably too complicated
Do easier by post Malone
dude this is my song gang gang i sub
OverviewLyricsListenVideos
Hey ma, what do?
(Straight up)
If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking
They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket
I got up for the score and they never could block it
After the show, I count up in a Masi'
Tears fall from the lies, despite
Hunnid bands through the time of the night
When you left, I ain't wanna live life
Now I'm happy on the in and outside
Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah
Spin the block, finna stretch 'em
Wake the hood up when we wet 'em
And it's all gon' be alright, yeah
When that wrong choice take your life, yeah
Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print
From them rich niggas kicking yo' back door
And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it
Who don't know a thing but trap, though
Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes
The shit that we selling'll make you relapse, though
Thinking I'm slipping, run up and get clapped, ho
I put that North on the map, ho (gang)
Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone off a Perc
That ho gon' fuck on a fast beat
Ben behind me, do the dash, keeping up in a Vert
You get jacked out yo' shit, you can't text me
Pussy nigga throwin' shots, ain't at me
Strapped up, tell that nigga get at me
Tough love for a bitch, won't trap me
Pay for the body then I give them the MAC free
Got a pound in the car, I'ma smoke on that
Left the state for a show and I'm coming back
If he say he want smoke, ain't no falling back
Want a bitch for the play, I'ma blow the strap
He ain't using his head, put it in his lap
He ain't 'bout it, could tell that he only rap
I just put 40 bands inside the trap
Every manifestation, I'm calling rare (gang)
Now can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah
Tell Jugg bust a right, yeah
Hop out, gun flames through the night, yeah
You know how I'm rocking, you know that I'm with it
You loyal to me, I'll make sure that you get it
If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking
They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket
I go up for the score and they never could block it
After the show, I count up in a Masi'
Tears fall from the lies, despite
Hunnid bands through the time of the night
When you left, I ain't wanna live life
Now I'm happy on the in and outside
Pick it up, throw it out, watch it come back
Got a whole hunnid racks in a Dior bag
Count up that money, I run up the sack
Boarding on the jet with a illegal strap
The shit that they talk, I could tell you is cap
Up off the X and I only took half
Stay energized, I fall back from the tabs
Put a half in my way, I'ma pay off the staff
I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have
Saint Laurent boot with the fur like a bear
Balenciaga, than Gucci and Prada
I got on all three and I bought several pair
When it's up, what we sliding in, ducking from 12
Time wise, clockwise, I never fail (no)
Ain't no slacking, we hustling, we on this for real
We don't give it, we take it, you know what it is
Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah
Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah
Now, can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah
Spin the block, finna stretch 'em
Wake the hood up when we wet 'em
And it's all gon' be alright, yeah
When that wrong choice take your life, yeah
Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print (shh)
From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door
And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it
Who don't know a thing but trap, though
Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes
The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though
Thinkin' I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho
I put that North on the map, ho (gang)
999 likes
what is Key?
1.25x👍
Dam how tf u did this
I co-produced it and had the original :)
Eliot Bohr been waiting for someone to upload the official I tried my best doing my own lol but overall it sounds good
Can I use this audio on Instagram please ?
Yes!
Can I use this instrumental on Ig?
yea bro. tag me!
@eliotbohr
yoo bro i would LOVE to collab with you on some tracks, your guitars and my drums would absolutely go CRAZY 💯💯 please hit me back man
Lets get it bro! dm me on insta
Eliot Bohr @sackchaser_kb
Amici siciliani,albanesi e francesi
Voi vestiti di marca dalla testa ai piedi
Quando andavo a scuola portavo la pana
Se la vita mi cambia rimango sempre in piazza
Non faro mai una rapina
Mon frère lascia scuola
alla prima
Ho la fame negli occhi lo vedi
Mi vedi felice ma tanto non sai
Ho amici stranieri
che ti guardano strano
armani e carrera
Givova e legea
Non fotto con le major
Prova a fare meglio
Tu compra dei giubbotti
che in zona fa freddo
Siamo i primi in gara,cambia la pista
Nigga siamo incazzati, incazzati veri
Sono con cristian uccidiamo cristiani
Sono con mirko sposta grammi pesati
True face a te non te la vedo
Blue face pronto a fare una rapina
No case nuova generazione club dogo
La tua testa come pranzo
Non voglio la tua puta,poppa
perc
Tutti i colpi che ho dato
Me li sono ritrovati il
doppio dietro
Se hai qualche problema giu in zona tu non esitare bitch text me
Gente che sta senza un soldo
E tu parli di soldi e di etti
Top flow 4 anni che studio la trap
Esce dopo 2 mesi dico è free
Sul culo della tua tipa ci fumo sopra
Mi hanno fottuto tutto non sono più tornati
Diffida da chi dice di tenerci
Ma alle sue vittorie non brinderà con te
Gente molto più grande vorrebbe me
Per fare qualche soldo fottendo me
Non fotto con le benz pensa con te
Chi parla dietro da me si chiama ratto
Gang
Ho amici stranieri
che ti guardano strano
Armani e carrera
Givova e legea
Figli dei capi dei capi
Top gun scappo dai miei guai
Con la squadra nel racket,facendo drippin
Se sei loyal con me ti mostro i miei amici
incazzati
Amici siciliani,albanesi e francesi
Voi vestiti di marca dalla testa aia piedi
Quando andavo a scuola portavo la pana
Fare soldi mi calma,ma non mi vedi mai calmo
Non faro mai una rapina
Mon frère lascia scuola
alla prima
Ho la fame negli occhi lo vedi
Mi vedi felice ma tanto non sai
Ho il piatto vuoto penso come a riempirlo
Riempire di soldi la dior bag
Odio stare fermo odio chi parla dietro
Parlare alle spalle indietro rimanete
Conosco la strada tu chiamami scout
Conosco persone che davvero fanno bang
Stavo nella plaza conto soldi soldi casa di carta
Fin quando sono vivo provo a portare gli states
Mi sento come se nessuno fosse come me
Come se nessuno parlasse di cash
Balenciaga solo gucci e prada
Me ne sbatto il cazzo non sono come te
Quando sono stanco,duplico quel cash
Ho amici francesi trap nella tour eiffel
La faccia non puoi copiarcela facciamo 4real
Festa giu in piazza mica dentro a un club
Ah,
Gang
Ho amici stranieri
che ti guardano strano
Armani e carrera
Givova e legea
Amici siciliani,albanesi e francesi
Voi vestiti di marca dalla testa ai piedi
Quando andavo a scuola portavo la pana
Se la vita mi cambia rimango sempre in piazza
Non faro mai una rapina
Mon frère lascia scuola
alla prima
Fire bars
@@humantorch7810 4real man?