Every once in a while, maybe once a year or so, we just get that one instrumental that turns out to be a MOTHERFUCKING MAAASTERPIECE, but only AFTER the fact is it recognized as such. Meaning, at the time of releasing this, the creators probably wouldnt know how TRUELY fuckin masterful this instrumental is. They are usually fairly simple when it happens, not too complex. The next creators to chase making the “banger” will fail to do such, and the next one we hear will be from a project that wasnt even chasing that level of noteriety, and just so happen to create it, kinda by mistake, or stumbling upon it. What a fucking banger, in every sense of the word. Best beat ive heard in a very, very long time
I Got Too Much Skills I Flow Like The Water Surprise I Did Not Grow Gills And I Am Your Father Like You Was Luke Skywalker And I Concur And Let It Burn Like Usher’s Perm”Ski Mask The Slump God Went Nuts💪🏿💪🏿💯
[Intro] Pyrex whipper Pyrex [Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE] I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God &Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Ma lei no Ma lei no Ma lei no Fattele tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Van bene tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Non pensavo tu potessi farmi questo Dimmi come dovrei comportarmi con te adesso Io di buona famiglia, tu dal ghetto Ma ci siam fatti luce a vicenda quand'era pesto Mi dicevi avrei spaccato con la musica Ma io ho una mente pùdica Abbassavo lo sguardo e sorridevo E ora che hai guardato la mia unica Mi accorgo che non eri sincero come credevo Ti dicevo ridendo che amavo il fatto che eri pazzo Ma che avresti dovuto abbandonare la piazza e lo spaccio E mangiavo tu da me io da te Ti ringrazio per i tuoi Senza soldi mi hanno fatto sempre spazio Andavo io al liceo e tu al professionale Ma non ci siam fatti pesare Le differenze di ceto sociale E ora piango nella stanza e fa male Le persone più vicine a volte han lingue come lame E no, io non ci credo no A quel che dicono Mi farebbe più male E ho capito e so Chi sei davvero mo E pure i muri boh Ora sembrano ascoltare Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Fattele tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Da piccoli dicevi che ero il tuo amico del cuore Ora penso che ogni amico è un possibile traditore Provo a distrarmi e penso sempre a quello Vedere che la baciano le labbra che mi chiamavan fratello Ti ricordi ti ho coperto in un arresto Ma mai mi son permesso a chiedere qualcosa in cambio per questo Ora se mi incontri non mi guardi manco, cambi aria In fondo è risaputo ingratitudine è amica d'infamia Non lo nascondo, sai ci soffro Guardare la realtà in faccia a volte è un secchio d'acqua gelata E non la ami nemmeno, è solo qualche scopata Ma un vero signore non reagisce con occhio per occhio Non ti colpisco ma nemmeno ti perdono Sarebbe giusto ma non sarebbe l'uomo che sono E c'è qualcuno tra di noi che ti giustifica Tienitelo stretto attento, perché ti imita E no, io non ci credo no A quel che dicono Mi farebbe più male E ho capito e so Chi sei davvero mo E pure i muri boh Ora sembrano ascoltare Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Fattele tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no
I mean, the song doesn’t really have anything to say about Costa Rica apart from the rapper from the chorus saying that he got fans from Costa Rica. I can see why isn’t popular here, as a Costa Rican myself.
[Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE] I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: J.I.D] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi or jumpin' Jehoshaphat Them hoes who got a fat ass, [?] but they call they momma back I don't know if that's a fact, but it don't matter Anyone seen the bad ones, bad gas, bad cat last night? Flew to Costa Rica with a AP In the airport, this girl asked me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” [Verse 6: Smokepurpp] Knockin' on his door just like a domino Baby, I'm a murderer, blow the water in the coupe [?] said, "I'm diamond," the baguette, I'm like a tooth Diamonds in my mouth, don't really talk loose Girls who really with me fly with me Learjet 5s, take a flight out to see ya And they in the bathroom of the jet gettin' busy Playin' with these niggas like woah [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
[Intro: 21 Savage & Offset] (Pyrex Whippa) (Pyrex) [Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE] I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams) Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya) Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt) Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey) Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts) No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah) Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
J'ai fumé l'herbe, les poumons goudronnés j'celebre Ils ont de la poudre au nez pas la vérité au bout des lèvres Les fenêtres ouvertes, 2 feuilles collées, c'est pour mes alcoolo Pour décoller, on aime la verte comme les écolos Je m'adapte à toutes les occases J'suis flex, mon esprit est ex-ten-sible J'ai pas le temps avec tes conneries in-fan-tile Reste assis, moi j'suis d'sortis avec mon in-fan-terie Donc reste tran-qui-lle Jpasse mon temps a roder, Si faudrait tisser notre vie, Faudrait qu'j'apprene a broder Pour l'instant j'mamuse a kicker, Jme le feu Sans briquet, Bb bouge ton corps, faut que ta vie soit rythmée
@@xplitbeats4244 t'inquiètes, en tout cas lourde l'instru 💪, si tu veux écouter mon texte pour voir comment ça donne sur la prod : ruclips.net/video/G62ZtGAqGAg/видео.html
[Intro: 21 Savage & Offset] (Pyrex Whippa) (Pyrex) [Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE] I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams) Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya) Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt) Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey) Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts) No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah) Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check)
Demons within me i came from the dark Now im a dog barkin in from the start Highschool diploma i aint even smart but my shit get creative, call me tony stark Aint no workin if you dont put the heart You say that you love it but you dont work hard My shit is so accurate I hit all my 20s and 50s like i could play darts No this aint rappin, i call this shit art Im never lackin im doing my part Keep this shit going i might hit the charts If i dont then i gotta go back from the start Was in a bad place, felt like i was PG Now i feel good, make moves like monopoly Promised my mama that there aint no stoppin me Already feel like i am a young prodigy
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpi
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams) Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya) Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt) Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey) Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts) No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah) Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (big facts) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah) I Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel Lebron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), and I'm rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah) I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (hunnid) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (yeah) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket (ooh) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (do do) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?" Wow (it's a check)
got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Bas (Guapdad 4000):] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Guapdad 4000:] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Jace:] Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Mez:] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga [Guapdad 4000:] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't norich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Smokepurpp:] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [J.I.D (Guapdad 4000):] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Guapdad 4000:] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Buddy (Ski Mask the Slump God):] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Ski Mask the Slump God (Guapdad 4000):] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Guapdad 4000:] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Pyrex whipper Pyrex I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica I got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye A Jedi be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?" Wow (It's a check) Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one It really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash She goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
I got too much skills I flow like the water,so surprised i did not grow gills And i am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And i conquer and let it burn lile Usher's perm and kill confirmed
AKs, ARs, Wire Jaws, Say Ours political desire, walk thru fire-spray power preys devour-pray on cowards-obey and shower brawl with asses, snake in grasses-jabbin like Cassuis bottled by madness, attacking in massives, striking with mallets spazing with greatness-instill hatred-call me favorite two faced hatas cant face it, verbally shooting penetration with iron im sacred-match unsanctioned-lets worship with Satan niggas are blatant-Sarah Palin-will never make it fight with greatness-sing ya reservations-cause Hell's where u staying displaying illumination-that they portraying-horse playing hands up wild-dial police-while he layed out on Canal Street tongue out, arms detached, legs tangle heart ripped-spine dislocated-head broken harm and alarmed-by danger's enjoyment show praises-Hallelujah-anointment practicing superstition-witch craft-Christianity unravel doors-and free the insanity surrounded by love of the family is it nightmare or fantasy nsane da venom-killing'em with synonyms-grip the metaphors (metal for) guerrilla warfare, scream let the metal pours the inevitable-with incredible force-trust the heckler sure stretching that Tekken-be sure to make that head spin head in-head heat-mankind dead again
[Intro: 21 Savage & Offset] (Pyrex Whippa) (Pyrex) [Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE] I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams) Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya) Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt) Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey) Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts) No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah) Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hella fina Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with L's, nigga Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica I got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?" Wow (It's a check) Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Suffering succotash She think it's all put the cap in, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (big facts) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah) I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel Lebron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not a arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah) I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (hunnid) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (yeah) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket (ooh) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (do do) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the mosh pit Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?" Wow (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah) Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (ay) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (bitch) I ain't got shit else to say I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (yup) Ay, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ay (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)
![Mac Miller- Diablo (Instrumental) [EXACT]](/img/1.gif)
Every once in a while, maybe once a year or so, we just get that one instrumental that turns out to be a MOTHERFUCKING MAAASTERPIECE, but only AFTER the fact is it recognized as such. Meaning, at the time of releasing this, the creators probably wouldnt know how TRUELY fuckin masterful this instrumental is. They are usually fairly simple when it happens, not too complex. The next creators to chase making the “banger” will fail to do such, and the next one we hear will be from a project that wasnt even chasing that level of noteriety, and just so happen to create it, kinda by mistake, or stumbling upon it.
What a fucking banger, in every sense of the word. Best beat ive heard in a very, very long time
Dam
Shoutout Pyrex whippa
I FLEW TO COSTA RICA WITH AN AP
AT THE AIRPORT THIS GIRL ASKED ME “HEY ARE YOU SWAE LEE?”
ap
GORL
GORL
wow
Wow
This beattttttt omfggggggg 👍👍👍👌👌👌👌
AYYYY GOIN ON A DATE WITH AK OKAAYYY GOIN ON A DATE WITH A AK
That's the most lit part. I be turnt 😂🤘🏾
'Baby, had a buss down on the AP'
This beat got me vibing , nodding and happy
best beat ever 💯💯
I Got Too Much Skills I Flow Like The Water Surprise I Did Not Grow Gills And I Am Your Father Like You Was Luke Skywalker And I Concur And Let It Burn Like Usher’s Perm”Ski Mask The Slump God Went Nuts💪🏿💪🏿💯
1:50 best part
[Intro]
Pyrex whipper
Pyrex
[Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE]
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face
Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
[Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000]
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 3: Jace]
Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know
[Verse 4: Mez]
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 5: Smokepurpp]
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket
Diamonds on me water like a faucet
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
[Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000]
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?”
Wow (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Suffering succotash
She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
We goin' in today (Ayy)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say
[Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God &Guapdad 4000]
I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh
Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup)
Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
it's a close one dawg, love it
Got me mean muggin my nigga in my local Supermarket. Old folk asked if I'm alright lol 🤣
imagine tory lanez litty again vs joyner on this shit, fits perfeftly
U gone crazy wit dis one
Fuckin hell, this beat bops
ITS A CHECK!
Is that a harp ? I fuckin love it
I got fans in costa rica
Big fans
Big bands 2
Now this would be decent if u didn’t loop the hihats
He forgot the rolls in on beat one
He looped the hole thing
Ma lei no
Ma lei no
Ma lei no
Fattele tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Van bene tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Non pensavo tu potessi farmi questo
Dimmi come dovrei comportarmi con te adesso
Io di buona famiglia, tu dal ghetto
Ma ci siam fatti luce a vicenda quand'era pesto
Mi dicevi avrei spaccato con la musica
Ma io ho una mente pùdica
Abbassavo lo sguardo e sorridevo
E ora che hai guardato la mia unica
Mi accorgo che non eri sincero come credevo
Ti dicevo ridendo che amavo il fatto che eri pazzo
Ma che avresti dovuto abbandonare la piazza e lo spaccio
E mangiavo tu da me io da te
Ti ringrazio per i tuoi
Senza soldi mi hanno fatto sempre spazio
Andavo io al liceo e tu al professionale
Ma non ci siam fatti pesare
Le differenze di ceto sociale
E ora piango nella stanza e fa male
Le persone più vicine a volte han lingue come lame
E no, io non ci credo no
A quel che dicono
Mi farebbe più male
E ho capito e so
Chi sei davvero mo
E pure i muri boh
Ora sembrano ascoltare
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Fattele tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Da piccoli dicevi che ero il tuo amico del cuore
Ora penso che ogni amico è un possibile traditore
Provo a distrarmi e penso sempre a quello
Vedere che la baciano le labbra che mi chiamavan fratello
Ti ricordi ti ho coperto in un arresto
Ma mai mi son permesso a chiedere qualcosa in cambio per questo
Ora se mi incontri non mi guardi manco, cambi aria
In fondo è risaputo ingratitudine è amica d'infamia
Non lo nascondo, sai ci soffro
Guardare la realtà in faccia a volte è un secchio d'acqua gelata
E non la ami nemmeno, è solo qualche scopata
Ma un vero signore non reagisce con occhio per occhio
Non ti colpisco ma nemmeno ti perdono
Sarebbe giusto ma non sarebbe l'uomo che sono
E c'è qualcuno tra di noi che ti giustifica
Tienitelo stretto attento, perché ti imita
E no, io non ci credo no
A quel che dicono
Mi farebbe più male
E ho capito e so
Chi sei davvero mo
E pure i muri boh
Ora sembrano ascoltare
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Fattele tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Tutte ma lei no
Literally there's only like 3 people in costa rica that know this song
I mean, the song doesn’t really have anything to say about Costa Rica apart from the rapper from the chorus saying that he got fans from Costa Rica. I can see why isn’t popular here, as a Costa Rican myself.
I love it so much😇😇😇😇😁😁😁
[Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE]
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face
Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
[Verse 2: Bas]
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica
I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 3: Jace]
Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know
[Verse 4: Mez]
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica
I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 5: J.I.D]
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi or jumpin' Jehoshaphat
Them hoes who got a fat ass, [?] but they call they momma back
I don't know if that's a fact, but it don't matter
Anyone seen the bad ones, bad gas, bad cat last night?
Flew to Costa Rica with a AP
In the airport, this girl asked me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?”
[Verse 6: Smokepurpp]
Knockin' on his door just like a domino
Baby, I'm a murderer, blow the water in the coupe
[?] said, "I'm diamond," the baguette, I'm like a tooth
Diamonds in my mouth, don't really talk loose
Girls who really with me fly with me
Learjet 5s, take a flight out to see ya
And they in the bathroom of the jet gettin' busy
Playin' with these niggas like woah
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica
I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000]
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
That's the best fkn part
pyrex whippa is a genius
I need that hi hat 🔥🔥🔥
This makes me wanna rap/sing in Spanish over this
ok goin on a date wit an AK...OK GOIN ON A DATE WIT AN AK
[Intro: 21 Savage & Offset]
(Pyrex Whippa)
(Pyrex)
[Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE]
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams)
Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya)
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks)
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt)
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey)
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts)
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
[Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000]
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 3: Jace]
I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know
[Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000]
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 5: Smokepurpp]
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds)
Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash)
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah)
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh)
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo)
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah)
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
[Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000]
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?”
Wow (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Suffering succotash
She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
We goin' in today (Ayy)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say
[Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000]
I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh
Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup)
Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Damn whats the name of the sample track that shit spicy
Whosampled.com
i dont think its sampled. its made with a vst guitar
Yes its not sampled from a song. The sample was made by CuBeatz
J'ai fumé l'herbe, les poumons goudronnés j'celebre
Ils ont de la poudre au nez pas la vérité au bout des lèvres
Les fenêtres ouvertes, 2 feuilles collées, c'est pour mes alcoolo
Pour décoller, on aime la verte comme les écolos
Je m'adapte à toutes les occases
J'suis flex, mon esprit est ex-ten-sible
J'ai pas le temps avec tes conneries in-fan-tile
Reste assis, moi j'suis d'sortis avec mon in-fan-terie
Donc reste tran-qui-lle
Jpasse mon temps a roder,
Si faudrait tisser notre vie,
Faudrait qu'j'apprene a broder
Pour l'instant j'mamuse a kicker,
Jme le feu Sans briquet,
Bb bouge ton corps, faut que ta vie soit rythmée
@@xplitbeats4244 t'inquiètes, en tout cas lourde l'instru 💪, si tu veux écouter mon texte pour voir comment ça donne sur la prod : ruclips.net/video/G62ZtGAqGAg/видео.html
[Intro: 21 Savage & Offset]
(Pyrex Whippa)
(Pyrex)
[Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE]
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams)
Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya)
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks)
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt)
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey)
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts)
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
[Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000]
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 3: Jace]
I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know
[Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000]
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 5: Smokepurpp]
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds)
Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash)
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah)
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh)
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo)
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah)
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
[Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000]
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?”
Wow (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Suffering succotash
She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
We goin' in today (Ayy)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say
[Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000]
I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh
Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup)
Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?”
Wow (It's a check)
Demons within me i came from the dark
Now im a dog barkin in from the start
Highschool diploma i aint even smart
but my shit get creative, call me tony stark
Aint no workin if you dont put the heart
You say that you love it but you dont work hard
My shit is so accurate
I hit all my 20s and 50s like i could play darts
No this aint rappin, i call this shit art
Im never lackin im doing my part
Keep this shit going i might hit the charts
If i dont then i gotta go back from the start
Was in a bad place, felt like i was PG
Now i feel good, make moves like monopoly
Promised my mama that there aint no stoppin me
Already feel like i am a young prodigy
I wish some body made a live remake on logic or fl
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face
Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
[Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000]
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know
[Verse 4: Mez]
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 5: Smokepurpp]
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket
Diamonds on me water like a faucet
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
[Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000]
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?”
Wow (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Suffering succotash
She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
We goin' in today (Ayy)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say
[Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000]
I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh
Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup)
Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
XPLIT BEATS u never know who wants to tryda sing these cold flows
Let me hear some freestyle
This beat is Not Nice 🔥🔥🔥
got balled up hundreds in my pocket
Diamonds on me water like a faucet
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpi
Anyone wanna link up with me and make a hit on this lol
Houston Made Alex check out mine
Houston Made Alex yessir
Delrondae fire should’ve had me on too tho 🤷🏻♀️
send me an open verse: troubdcash@gmail.com
I gotchu
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams)
Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya)
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks)
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt)
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey)
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts)
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
[Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000]
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 3: Jace]
I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know
[Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000]
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 5: Smokepurpp]
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds)
Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash)
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah)
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh)
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo)
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah)
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
[Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000]
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?”
Wow (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Suffering succotash
She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
We goin' in today (Ayy)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say
[Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000]
I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh
Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup)
Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
You got a download link?
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face
Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (big facts)
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (it's a check)
Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)
I Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
Lebron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (it's a check)
Baby (yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (yeah), and I'm rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (hunnid)
Diamonds on me water like a faucet (yeah)
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket (ooh)
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (uh)
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (do do)
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?"
Wow (it's a check)
got big dreams so my watch got a big face
Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
[Bas (Guapdad 4000):]
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
[Guapdad 4000:]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Jace:]
Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know
[Mez:]
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga
[Guapdad 4000:]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't norich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Smokepurpp:]
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket
Diamonds on me water like a faucet
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
[J.I.D (Guapdad 4000):]
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?”
Wow (It's a check)
[Guapdad 4000:]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Buddy (Ski Mask the Slump God):]
Suffering succotash
She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
We goin' in today (Ayy)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say
[Ski Mask the Slump God (Guapdad 4000):]
I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh
Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh
Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check)
[Guapdad 4000:]
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Pyrex whipper
Pyrex
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face
Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket
Diamonds on me water like a faucet
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
A Jedi be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?"
Wow (It's a check)
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Suffering succotash
She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one
It really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
She goin' in today (Ayy)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say
I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh
Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup)
Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check)
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
I got too much skills
I flow like the water,so surprised i did not grow gills
And i am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And i conquer and let it burn lile Usher's perm and kill confirmed
Yoo! Would I get copyrighted if I used this song in a video?
XPLIT BEATS I got you 🙏🏾
when you sample
Is there a beat similar to this?
I have one send me an email here: richyrichpay@gmail.com ill send to u
Pyrex Whippa the goat
Baby had to bust down on you lately
Bpm?
AKs, ARs, Wire Jaws, Say Ours
political desire, walk thru fire-spray power
preys devour-pray on cowards-obey and shower
brawl with asses, snake in grasses-jabbin like Cassuis
bottled by madness, attacking in massives, striking with mallets
spazing with greatness-instill hatred-call me favorite
two faced hatas cant face it, verbally shooting penetration
with iron im sacred-match unsanctioned-lets worship with Satan
niggas are blatant-Sarah Palin-will never make it
fight with greatness-sing ya reservations-cause Hell's where u staying
displaying illumination-that they portraying-horse playing
hands up wild-dial police-while he layed out on Canal Street
tongue out, arms detached, legs tangle
heart ripped-spine dislocated-head broken
harm and alarmed-by danger's enjoyment
show praises-Hallelujah-anointment
practicing superstition-witch craft-Christianity
unravel doors-and free the insanity
surrounded by love of the family
is it nightmare or fantasy
nsane da venom-killing'em with synonyms-grip the metaphors (metal for)
guerrilla warfare, scream let the metal pours
the inevitable-with incredible force-trust the heckler sure
stretching that Tekken-be sure to make that head spin
head in-head heat-mankind dead again
What's the BPM?
ZONE 6 NIGGA PYREX WHIPPA
is it free?
im making a minecraft parody of it, if its not free ill take it down
who produced the original?
Cubeats n pyrex
Great job making this
Follow me @ghazikatib I'll be posting when I drop this song I'll give you productive credits. And it's all for non profit
Where can I find “don’t hit me right now” instrumentals? Lol
on youtube lol
0.75 speed
Brass is horrible
[Intro: 21 Savage & Offset]
(Pyrex Whippa)
(Pyrex)
[Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE]
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams)
Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya)
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks)
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt)
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey)
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts)
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
[Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000]
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 3: Jace]
I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know
[Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000]
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 5: Smokepurpp]
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds)
Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash)
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah)
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh)
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo)
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah)
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
[Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000]
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?”
Wow (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
[Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Suffering succotash
She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
We goin' in today (Ayy)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say
[Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000]
I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh
Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup)
Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face
Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hella fina
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with L's, nigga
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket
Diamonds on me water like a faucet
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?"
Wow (It's a check)
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Suffering succotash
She think it's all put the cap in, hell, I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
We goin' in today (Ayy)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say
I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh
Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup)
Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check)
Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah
Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face
Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (big facts)
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (it's a check)
Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)
I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
Lebron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not a arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (it's a check)
Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (hunnid)
Diamonds on me water like a faucet (yeah)
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket (ooh)
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (uh)
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (do do)
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the mosh pit
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?"
Wow (it's a check)
Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)
Suffering succotash
She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
We goin' in today (ay)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say
I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh
Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (yup)
Ay, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ay (it's a check)
Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)