Just waking up in the morning Gotta thank God That I’m still living and breathing Seen so many stars Burn out, wind up charred Unscathed? You were lucky if you made it out scarred They can feel it if it’s real You ain’t gotta say you’re hard More street, less boulevard Death comes in threes You, your two best homies About to meet my calling card
Swangn Swangn Swangn. And bangn Pop trunk music banging Neon burning Lane turning Head turner Swisher burning Styrofoam cupp sipping But discreetly sipping Out yetti cup flipping Mines gots to stay cold sipping Where a rubber so i dont get burned by her Fuck it just some head by her But dont toucher Candy paint wet Like the juices running off her Turning off west belfort Banging down the fondern Looking for her Hitting the stripes Drinking a beer with Ron Thats the street pharmacist What a good man god bless his heart Holla at that phil Reggie and my folks in Fondren meadows Chilling at the pull and smoking at the park Hit the 90 but you know im going to the beltway 8 but hold gotta pack the chrome But no google tonight All freestyle Thats just the way i write Banging my music slow Dj screw misuc flow Hit the 45. Slide by kobeoshi But Kevin aint there Saulte to Kevin callis suge night Can go there no more and smoke n pop pills Damn my boy died while i was in the real war field Afghanistan and iraq and the field So all i do know is sit back chill Yeah i took out my grill
Bro I feel that shit I brang me back to when I was a teenager riding from Freeport to that Sunnyside hitting Belfort and reed rd exit off 288 to score a oz every week man hold up
Ripsta comin' on the Scene Cool with the Lean/in my Styrofoam Cup Pourin' it like Pimp C/it's Pimpalation runnin' thangs Swiftly/the South we takin' over nothin' but High Rollers/that's my Entourage check the Guns in my Garage/that means im heavily heated Ammunition can't be Completed--- whole up i freestyle all day to this shit straight off the dome damn son!!!
Bass wreckn down, Watch me pull arounnn, Watch me as i lounge as i cruise uptown, Got big body benz , and an all gold smile, Bitches love when i pull up, As im going up and down.. Watch me turn around , Then do the diamond dash , Im a solo operation bitch , all about cash.
Smash through the dash as im blowin top hash , Got ass in the cab of my benz and i stash, Muffuckin cash , in the stash spot. You could relate me to Koopsta, be cause i stash pot. Got rolley on my arm , got connections to the Don, Meet the plug at dawn , Got problems , Mow the lawn. You can call me John. The way i be rollin , Got my necklace embezzled , And you know the base golden
12- Gage Ok I gotta partner named twelve guage Who pack a twelve guage as the slide engaged Bullets get enraged thoughts uncaged Running in rage getting bad bitches to page Me on the beeper jeepers creepers I slip on some reefers They call me Indian chiefer Cuz I be sittin' bull girls braidin' my wools as I polish my tools We coming down swangin everyday bangin' Southside hangin' leave hoes changing In clothes for days wear sace shades drinkin' purple lemonade as the streets serenade To my rhymes and the music I made And I'mma stay paid throwed in the game no shame bounce to the ounce In the mothership then extend the clip cuz they're always haters to trip Loose lips sink ships across the blimp you see Yosef the pimp strong lean with a gangsta limp I pop more hoes than three from.Delef Shriempf it's mien keimp My struggle the ultimate huddle for the toggle To the top of the game mayne flows John Wayne exposing hataz brains As I see ya medulla hang over ya clothes from my ejected bullet holes we rippin' up shows Takin' hoes on the pharcyde check my bizzare ride Slide the chrome til I touch the funeral home Give a dog a bone sistas come home And stop fuckin' with pale shit eradicate faces once I get a taste of my weed traces laces Across the skyline fallin' in line my business design We takin' it down hoes who talk dine gone let the bullet shine they mind keepin' my grind
-give a dog a bone, mayn... Bitch, fuck that shyt Nigga, i'll be in route on the hill, you'll see em shuffling.. straight strugglin'.. ..askin this n that, fingers always movin' Nah lil b. it's fuck that twatb b It's the money or-- ...sqaut......... Thay always gamin' jus playin' theyselves... Bitch it's the moeny, Or off to yo hangin.......
MOB leave bodies in ditches, stealin' ur bitches, yo they call me delicious...this story is tru, none if it fictitious...i found my genie in a bottle, she keeps grantin' wishes, her head & cookin' game strong, plus she does the dishes!
Simply comin down, Watch me let down, The ass end of the benz , As im pullin around. Got so many diamonds , that i couldent even count em. Got money pourin out the yang, Drippin like a fountain. See me wreckin down the lane , From a mile away. You see the big body benz , And a bottle of Hennessey. Yeah its that boy 12-Gage lettin loose, Got so many rhymes you could call me Docta Goose.
This beat still cold AF in 2024
Facts
The 13 ppl who disliked have no soul
frr
Согласен с тобой полностью
This beat is so clean
You a real G 4 this one
So dope
freestyle in the smoke sesh anyone👀👀🍃
All da time .
me rn
Just waking up in the morning
Gotta thank God
That I’m still living and breathing
Seen so many stars
Burn out, wind up charred
Unscathed?
You were lucky if you made it out scarred
They can feel it if it’s real
You ain’t gotta say you’re hard
More street, less boulevard
Death comes in threes
You, your two best homies
About to meet my calling card
Swangn
Swangn
Swangn. And bangn
Pop trunk music banging
Neon burning
Lane turning
Head turner
Swisher burning
Styrofoam cupp sipping
But discreetly sipping
Out yetti cup flipping
Mines gots to stay cold sipping
Where a rubber so i dont get burned by her
Fuck it just some head by her
But dont toucher
Candy paint wet
Like the juices running off her
Turning off west belfort
Banging down the fondern
Looking for her
Hitting the stripes
Drinking a beer with Ron
Thats the street pharmacist
What a good man god bless his heart
Holla at that phil Reggie and my folks in Fondren meadows
Chilling at the pull and smoking at the park
Hit the 90 but you know im going to the beltway 8 but hold gotta pack the chrome
But no google tonight
All freestyle
Thats just the way i write
Banging my music slow
Dj screw misuc flow
Hit the 45. Slide by kobeoshi
But Kevin aint there
Saulte to Kevin callis suge night
Can go there no more and smoke n pop pills
Damn my boy died while i was in the real war field
Afghanistan and iraq and the field
So all i do know is sit back chill
Yeah i took out my grill
Bro I feel that shit I brang me back to when I was a teenager riding from Freeport to that Sunnyside hitting Belfort and reed rd exit off 288 to score a oz every week man hold up
And that was me talking not flowing
That was shit
This shit brings it back bro foreal man hold up
I LIKE THE SOUTH SIDE :+)
i Like tHe sOuTh siDe 🤤
Ripsta comin' on the Scene Cool with the Lean/in my Styrofoam Cup Pourin' it like Pimp C/it's Pimpalation runnin' thangs Swiftly/the South we takin' over nothin' but High Rollers/that's my Entourage check the Guns in my Garage/that means im heavily heated Ammunition can't be Completed--- whole up i freestyle all day to this shit straight off the dome damn son!!!
Bass wreckn down,
Watch me pull arounnn,
Watch me as i lounge as i cruise uptown,
Got big body benz , and an all gold smile,
Bitches love when i pull up,
As im going up and down..
Watch me turn around ,
Then do the diamond dash ,
Im a solo operation bitch ,
all about cash.
Smash through the dash as im blowin top hash ,
Got ass in the cab of my benz and i stash,
Muffuckin cash ,
in the stash spot.
You could relate me to Koopsta, be cause i stash pot.
Got rolley on my arm ,
got connections to the Don,
Meet the plug at dawn ,
Got problems ,
Mow the lawn.
You can call me John.
The way i be rollin ,
Got my necklace embezzled ,
And you know the base golden
12- Gage
Ok I gotta partner named twelve guage
Who pack a twelve guage as the slide engaged
Bullets get enraged thoughts uncaged
Running in rage getting bad bitches to page
Me on the beeper jeepers creepers
I slip on some reefers
They call me Indian chiefer
Cuz I be sittin' bull girls braidin' my wools as I polish my tools
We coming down swangin everyday bangin'
Southside hangin' leave hoes changing
In clothes for days wear sace shades drinkin' purple lemonade as the streets serenade
To my rhymes and the music I made
And I'mma stay paid throwed in the game no shame bounce to the ounce
In the mothership then extend the clip cuz they're always haters to trip
Loose lips sink ships across the blimp you see Yosef the pimp strong lean with a gangsta limp
I pop more hoes than three from.Delef Shriempf it's mien keimp
My struggle the ultimate huddle for the toggle
To the top of the game mayne flows John Wayne exposing hataz brains
As I see ya medulla hang over ya clothes from my ejected bullet holes we rippin' up shows
Takin' hoes on the pharcyde check my bizzare ride
Slide the chrome til I touch the funeral home
Give a dog a bone sistas come home
And stop fuckin' with pale shit eradicate faces once I get a taste of my weed traces laces
Across the skyline fallin' in line my business design
We takin' it down hoes who talk dine gone let the bullet shine they mind keepin' my grind
-give a dog a bone, mayn...
Bitch, fuck that shyt
Nigga, i'll be in route
on the hill, you'll see em shuffling..
straight strugglin'..
..askin this n that, fingers always movin'
Nah lil b.
it's fuck that twatb b
It's the money or--
...sqaut.........
Thay always gamin'
jus playin' theyselves...
Bitch it's the moeny,
Or off to yo hangin.......
MOB leave bodies in ditches, stealin' ur bitches, yo they call me delicious...this story is tru, none if it fictitious...i found my genie in a bottle, she keeps grantin' wishes, her head & cookin' game strong, plus she does the dishes!
I red this like how chamillionaire raps
LEEEAAAAN!
Can I use this for all platforms?
Maaan good shit homie real talk R.I.P Screw
@misterbubbles512
thanks
mane hold up
One of no limits beats.mia x beat
What song is it? It's bad ass beat!!🔊🔊🔊🔊🔥☠👀🖖💨
@@josephhale9198 Master P feat. Mia X and Silk "Major Players"
Yup
Simply comin down,
Watch me let down,
The ass end of the benz ,
As im pullin around.
Got so many diamonds ,
that i couldent even count em.
Got money pourin out the yang,
Drippin like a fountain.
See me wreckin down the lane ,
From a mile away.
You see the big body benz ,
And a bottle of Hennessey.
Yeah its that boy 12-Gage lettin loose,
Got so many rhymes you could call me Docta Goose.
Stop 😐
@@gabeesco4015 okay Gabriel .
@@gabeesco4015 😄
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