How about we really support each other's uploads. I definitely love what you’re trying to create. I just started posting a bunch of videos give me a heads up if you love it.
Tryna get this money, rainy days, stuck with life getting money, rainy days better turn sunny, but they never do it’s like their running from me. counting by the grams so much money through my hands, yo spliff after we’ll be jumping out the vans, kicked in the doors start bagging up the plants Leave a man on the floor wetting his pants, then back to the whip, lit up a spliff, sent a man blipped, adrenaline from before kicked. Engine on, jamming out the scene like ken block when he drifts. Back to the gaff moving Cali into to tins, weighing up dawg for the bens, starting making my amends, got on the road pushing out Os, dawg and calis got my line all froze. Now I’m chillin flipping flip modes till the reload comes. But guess what? Re-up isn’t coming, so it’s time to get the guns in. Get the line back up and running, Back to the mission, on to the task, threw the Bally on clocked back the strap, shoved on the gloves then hopped in the jag Supping off in the night to gaff, headshots only coz we lacked the extra mags, parked near the trap, scoping out lick safe on the wall, plants in the kitch, pulled the Bally down, clocked the strap back once more just to be sure, hopped out the car, jumped out the whip, coming on my ones like niko bellic Off with the door, like the rizzlas, situation was raw, led flying past my head so I ducked quick, backs wall, suppressing shots, so they couldn’t do shit Dashed to the kitchen, weed denking out like a room for a Rasta, opps charged through on a mazza, mind going under like a lightweight stoner, why? Coz I only had 2 shots left in the wapper, so I thought fuck it, said you better be a scrapper, like a dog soldier I grabbed the kitchen, cheffed him the neck so he’d stop bitchin Then I grabbed the bags, dude was dead by the door body bagged, blood stains on the floor, so I dashed out the back door Then Over the fence, straight through the ginnel back to the whip supping off quick before dibble come to the lick. Tryna get these bands racked, Rainy days but I can’t lack, stuck with getting money, tryna see the light but without getting clapped. after that I was in the trap, stressed out, bunning Cali packs, listening to Meekz and Tunde while I counted up bands, got the racks stacking up, tryna roll with my plans Phones belling out, unknown contact, who the fuck are these man? Beef stirring in the pan, so I suited up, bally on coming on my ones like a Van Dam, wasn’t arsed if they brought the gang, I was on a level coming armed with the AK ready for a bang. 4 clacks in the night, AK spitting lead to the right, hit a couple man but i only got the G with the knife, got too close so I shot one in between his eyes. Leave him in a lifeless pose, couldn’t believe he tried. Too late to give chase, already blue lights in the distance, fed chopper in the airspace, India 99, paranoid, so I did the dash quick, stashed the strap and head back to the whip, yea jumped in the ride, supping off in that GTI mark 5, back to the block until next time. Opp ones shook, always peaking through their curtain blinds, while out im out on road, pushing out food for the line. Coz i gotta keep it booming, so I never lose a dime. But when I see these goon boys in the corner of my eye, know that it’s gonna be their time, when the gunshots blow, suddenly silence, mandem flatlined...
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omg heftiges brett 🔥🔥😲
Stark 🔥🔥✌
Ist nen Brett digga👍🤜🤛👍🙌🙌
@@nultybeats3214 nichts zu danken ....der auf deinen Beat kommt jetzt auch demnächst....
Voll gut
Can i use this beat ?
How about we really support each other's uploads. I definitely love what you’re trying to create. I just started posting a bunch of videos give me a heads up if you love it.
Tryna get this money, rainy days, stuck with life getting money, rainy days better turn sunny, but they never do it’s like their running from me.
counting by the grams so much money through my hands, yo spliff after we’ll be jumping out the vans, kicked in the doors start bagging up the plants
Leave a man on the floor wetting his pants, then back to the whip, lit up a spliff, sent a man blipped, adrenaline from before kicked. Engine on, jamming out the scene like ken block when he drifts.
Back to the gaff moving Cali into to tins, weighing up dawg for the bens, starting making my amends, got on the road pushing out Os, dawg and calis got my line all froze.
Now I’m chillin flipping flip modes till the reload comes. But guess what? Re-up isn’t coming, so it’s time to get the guns in.
Get the line back up and running, Back to the mission, on to the task, threw the Bally on clocked back the strap, shoved on the gloves then hopped in the jag
Supping off in the night to gaff, headshots only coz we lacked the extra mags, parked near the trap, scoping out lick safe on the wall, plants in the kitch, pulled the Bally down, clocked the strap back once more just to be sure, hopped out the car, jumped out the whip, coming on my ones like niko bellic
Off with the door, like the rizzlas, situation was raw, led flying past my head so I ducked quick, backs wall, suppressing shots, so they couldn’t do shit
Dashed to the kitchen, weed denking out like a room for a Rasta, opps charged through on a mazza, mind going under like a lightweight stoner, why? Coz I only had 2 shots left in the wapper, so I thought fuck it, said you better be a scrapper, like a dog soldier I grabbed the kitchen, cheffed him the neck so he’d stop bitchin
Then I grabbed the bags, dude was dead by the door body bagged, blood stains on the floor, so I dashed out the back door
Then Over the fence, straight through the ginnel back to the whip supping off quick before dibble come to the lick.
Tryna get these bands racked, Rainy days but I can’t lack, stuck with getting money, tryna see the light but without getting clapped.
after that I was in the trap, stressed out, bunning Cali packs, listening to Meekz and Tunde while I counted up bands, got the racks stacking up, tryna roll with my plans
Phones belling out, unknown contact, who the fuck are these man? Beef stirring in the pan, so I suited up, bally on coming on my ones like a Van Dam, wasn’t arsed if they brought the gang, I was on a level coming armed with the AK ready for a bang.
4 clacks in the night, AK spitting lead to the right, hit a couple man but i only got the G with the knife, got too close so I shot one in between his eyes. Leave him in a lifeless pose, couldn’t believe he tried.
Too late to give chase, already blue lights in the distance, fed chopper in the airspace, India 99, paranoid, so I did the dash quick, stashed the strap and head back to the whip, yea jumped in the ride, supping off in that GTI mark 5, back to the block until next time.
Opp ones shook, always peaking through their curtain blinds, while out im out on road, pushing out food for the line. Coz i gotta keep it booming, so I never lose a dime. But when I see these goon boys in the corner of my eye, know that it’s gonna be their time, when the gunshots blow, suddenly silence, mandem flatlined...
Kranke Melo check mal meinen Luciano Type Beat auch ab !