Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere) If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Whole lot of shots knock his face off it Dude will hang out the roof of a Draco Back from the Ms and the case closed Blood on my kicks, that from stomping his face off Chop off a limb with a chainsaw No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll Stuffing the clip, a whole trey-o He ain't gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang for? Run up on Fetty, cap Fetty, that's Fetty Count hella bands, wouldn't chase that zelly Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny Gang in the spot, get deady on deady Busting a .40, spit on your shorty, don't do Bacardi Bust a piñata, open ya mata, shoot up the party Fuck it, we loud, jet the head, get beat up like Marley If I'm on the East Then I'm in the fields so I'm up and gone Thirty clips, that mean hella bodies Spin your hood and kill anybody If he missing the medics got him He ain't dead but we paralysed him (gang, gang, gang) Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere) If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Getting money off the zelly, in and out her like a deli Free that nigga Skrelly, put a bullet in his belly B and B, so fuck a telly, fucking up a shot We don't do the jumping, shotgun start the pumping See him slipping, I'm a dump it Kill a nigga then we dump 'em Throw his body in a dumpster Spin through like, ay He moving or walk, he get shot in the face I heard they dropping the rates Well we got the addy and we on the way Swerving, lurking, slip then murk 'em Purge with burners, it's a murder Hearse him, put him in the dirt They got his face prints on a shirt Hop out, strap drawn, head tap Tryna run, he ain't get that far Spin through, two shooters, one driver We gon' kill that boy We gon' bend that block, we gon' You gon' hear that noise (you gon' here that shit) All we know is dead opps, no attempts at leg shots Hit him in his head top Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere) If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere) If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Sniper the blikky, the blikky, the blikky, the blikky Free Kodak Black Lemme catch one of y'all niggas comin' out the corner store or some shit It's litty, gang!
yo bro how did you make this melody? i beg u help me out I have nexus, half time, serum... all the plug ins u need to make a drill beat but I'm just not able to create a melody that sound exactly like this
Jesus is lord. Repent of your sins, be born again, and turn to him to be saved from Hell! Turn away from all your sins before its too late. We love yall and God loves you all🙏🏼❤️
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere) If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target
Catch one of y'all niggas slippin' out here, nigga It's gon' be murder, nigga) Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere) If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Whole lot of shots knock his face off it Dude will hang out the roof of a Draco Back from the Ms and the case closed Blood on my kicks, that from stomping his face off Chop off a limb with a chainsaw No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll Stuffing the clip, a whole trey-o He ain't gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang for? Run up on Fetty, cap Fetty, that's Fetty Count hella bands, wouldn't chase that zelly Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny Gang in the spot, get deady on deady Busting a .40, spit on your shorty, don't do Bacardi Bust a piñata, open ya mata, shoot up the party Fuck it, we loud, jet the head, get beat up like Marley If I'm on the East Then I'm in the fields so I'm up and gone Thirty clips, that mean hella bodies Spin your hood and kill anybody If he missing the medics got him He ain't dead but we paralysed him (gang, gang, gang) Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere) If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Getting money off the zelly, in and out her like a deli Free that nigga Skrelly, put a bullet in his belly B and B, so fuck a telly, fucking up a shot We don't do the jumping, shotgun start the pumping See him slipping, I'm a dump it Kill a nigga then we dump 'em Throw his body in a dumpster Spin through like, ay He moving or walk, he get shot in the face I heard they dropping the rates Well we got the addy and we on the way Swerving, lurking, slip then murk 'em Purge with burners, it's a murder Hearse him, put him in the dirt They got his face prints on a shirt Hop out, strap drawn, head tap Tryna run, he ain't get that far Spin through, two shooters, one driver We gon' kill that boy We gon' bend that block, we gon' You gon' hear that noise (you gon' here that shit) All we know is dead opps, no attempts at leg shots Hit him in his head top Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere) If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere) If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Sniper the blikky, the blikky, the blikky, the blikky Free Kodak Black Lemme catch one of y'all niggas comin' out the corner store or some shit It's litty, gang!
Catch one of y'all niggas slipping out here, nigga It's gon' be murder, nigga, word to my mama, nigga Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge (grrrt) Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Whole lotta shots, knock his face off, spin through Hang out the roof with a Draco Back from the Yams' and the case closed Blood on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off Chop off a limb with a chainsaw (come here) No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll Stuffin' the clip, it hold whole Trey-O He ain't gon shoot, why the fuck is he gang for? Run up on Fetti, catch Fetti, that's Fetti (come here) Count hella bands, swing chase that zelle Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny Gang in the spot, get deady on deady Busting a .40, spin on ya shorty Don't do Bacardi (don't do Bacardi) Buss your piñata, open your māthā Shoot up the party (māthā, māthā) Fuck it, we live, chair to the head, get beat up like a Mauley If I'm not on the H, then I'm in the Fields or I'm up in Garvey 30 clip, that mean hella bodies Spin ya hood and kill anybody If he missing, the medics got him He ain't dead but we paralyzed him Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Getting money off the zelle In and out her like a deli Free that nigga Skrelly Put a bullet in his belly BnB, so fuck a telly, fucking up a Chevy We don't do the jumping, shotgun start to pumpin' See him slipping, I'ma dump it Kill a nigga then we dump him Throw his body in a dumpster Spin through like, "Aye" He moving wocky, get shot in the face I heard they dropping the rakes Well we got the addy and we on the way Swerving, lurking, slipping, murk 'em Purge with burners, it's a murder Hearse 'em, put 'em in the dirt They got his face prints on a shirt Hop out, strap drawn, head tap Try to run, he ain't get that far (He ain't get that far) Spin through, two shooters, one driver We gon' kill that boy (We gon' kill that boy) We gon' bend that block, we gon' You gon' hear that noise (You gon' hear that shit) All we know is dead opps, no attempts or leg shots Hit 'em in his head top (kill that nigga) Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Sniper da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky Free Kodak Black Let me catch one of y'all niggas comin' out the corner store or some shit, it's litty Gang
Head stomper,U can see my monster,last plug I robbed can be my sponsor,i got back chat,NFA on a back stab,turn ur strip into Baghdad,put a fat shank into a bad rat,hole left into ur door like a cat flap,I know u won't die for shit,iv seen death taken them away in the eyes and shit,bout that straps kidnap zip ties and shit,I don't just hold it I fire my clip,don't talk about slaughter m.i.t might wire my crib,c.i.d wanna find my shit,sat back bide time and shit,23 hours on a bang up,stitched up never sang up,never swerving never hang up
I hung around bad kids growing up that's why im a little bit different dropping that bently bentaga in sport got my foot on the ground im shifting girl you tripping talk about I don't got time and a youngin don't listen I cant love no thot im in love with the way the diamonds glisten saw him get hit with that taser I was just posted outside the bodega she trying play me but this aint no sega you aint going to tame us fuck a suburban I was just inside that caddy we drifting and swerving hit them up crazy bandages wrapped on his head like he wearing a turban smooth as fuck no cap like a youngin just put on poung of that jergins mums got lv and she got Birkin I know she putting that work in end up with a halo do what I say so sipping that blueberry faygo they all been saying that im fuego im hanging with sharks ttiges and makos I can not fuck with a fake hoe let me be the arod to your jlo
Success and green the only thing I need Get in my way and I guarantee you gon bleed Split him just like a swisher Ryne strike a fuck boy out like a pitcher Ryne keeps his rod on him just like a fisher And if you cross me I won’t ever forget yuh I’ve got a pretty white chick Goddamn she thicka than a snicka I fuck once and den dismiss her And now she mad cuz she know ion miss her ( a beautiful chorus) I kill a big boy if he play wit my bills We goin crazy like I’m mentally ill A Richard Millie we would take it fr I’d stomp your face and make you swallow your grillz They hate to see me I like how everyone notice When they see me they like oh Rowan the coldest I got them heated because they know I’m the coldest Ryne might fuck around and have to murder something If the cops ask we ain’t heard of nothin I let the glock blast you ain’t taken nothing Doorframe act tough but be really frontin Call up Tyler tell him to run it back I’m givin my haters a heart attack I gotta run up a couple or a hundred racks That old life I was living don’t want it back This new life can really get ugly I come from the muddy I know dat they wanna take everything from me I know they don’t love me We be them boys who kill the killas I swear none of pussys ain’t fuckin with us They want smoke with the gang We go and get them when we pull up we bang. And I don’t really sip lean but fuck it ima poor up for my brother lil Egan In the hood I been going up in the foreign on the block doin donuts
Ho un clan che fa bang Tu hai un clan ma su clash ho un clan che fa bang pensano ad alzare il cash la famiglia apposto negli states co la villa se sei snitch poi sei morto tu perché parli in slang fra se non puoi farlo i miei fra sono tanti e sono pronti a farlo FM affamati più degli altri non voglio beef ma se c'è mi presento co le armi ho una glock spara colpi ssh col freddo sopra i polsi viola li vogliamo quei fogli 3 colpi se provi a opporti ahh Tuta black ah scarpe bianche ai piedi Usciamo nella notte fra che non ci vedi sotto i portici coi i miei homie quelli veri se vuoi qualcosa fai uno squillo vieni e vedi Dalle popò con le hogan I miei ultrá come hooligan La tua zona frate che mi acclama Saluta i tuoi compagni da dentro la bara Tap rack bang se è quello che vuoi I miei sopra i tetti come avvoltoi Ti fanno le collane e pure il Rolex Sparano in corsa da un range rover Non snicth come un G Air max e tuta Gucci Mi gente se muere por mi Se fai il grosso vieni qui ah Tre ferri sotto al sofà Erba buona 20 al mmogra Salgo su,fino in cima Senza niente manco una lira Non ho flow,non vado a tempo Ma se mi vedi frate poi crepi Perché ti atteggi se non li fai Vieni qua ti insegnamo dai ah Ho un clan che fa bang Tu hai un clan ma su clash Ah Stesso flow,stessa merda Altro giorno,stessa merda Arrivo in cassa a faccia coperta Sprite viola col fra che versa Chiedi in giro fra chi siamo Questi bimbi li uccidiamo Siamo Roma non siamo Milano Con in testa la villa a Chicago Sono sono sono col compare Vieni vieni vieni a farti male Tu puoi solo solo solo giudicare E col giudice non possiam parlare Chiamo mago e ci becchiamo Scende e gli stringo la mano A te non la stringo puzzi di serpe Io sempre al top tu sempre al verde Yo no traiciono mi hermano Yo te Voy a matar Como Pablo
my mama she had a suburban. white car she used to blast it we purging. i’m surfing with diamonds I’m lurking. niggas on the beat these niggas never turned it. they ain’t on the streets that’s why it ain’t working.
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere) If his bro tryna spin dat block Gang gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blikky gon' hit that target Whole lot of shots knock his face off it Dude will hang out the roof of a Dracon
I hung around bad kids growing up that's why im a little bit different dropping that bently bentaga in sport got my foot on the ground im shifting girl you tripping talk about I don't got time and a youngin don't listen I cant love no thot im in love with the way the diamonds glisten saw him get hit with that taser I was just posted outside the bodega she trying play me but this aint no sega you aint going to tame us fuck a suburban I was just inside that caddy we drifting and swerving hit them up crazy bandages wrapped on his head like he wearing a turban smooth as fuck no cap like a youngin just put on poung of that jergins mums got lv and she got Birkin I know she putting that work in end up with a halo do what I say so sipping that blueberry faygo they all been saying that im fuego im hanging with sharks ttiges and makos I can not fuck with a fake hoe let me be the arod to your jlo
![Lil Baby & DaBaby - Baby [Instrumental] (Prod. By Wheezy) + DL via @Hipstrumentals](/img/1.gif)
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Str8 from the UK
He's a New York drill rapper so I get why you said that
ok boomer it’s a uk beat
@@onlyyjade no duh
UK Drill Bull obviously 🙄 we get it bro
ok boomer it‘s a UK Drill beat. Pop Smoke also had UK Drill beats
the beat so clean tho 🧼
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Ghosty yo where can i get ur piano from bro
@@xtravagantbeats2816 use fl keys and put halftime
blixkyK
@@jrmotino7207 faccs yeo
Nah nigga we don’t twirl
the fact that i went to rap the lyrics to this lmao
LMFAOOOOOOOO
Yeah right...
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😂
@@tommygoncalves9569 chill its not dat funny
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere)
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Whole lot of shots knock his face off it
Dude will hang out the roof of a Draco
Back from the Ms and the case closed
Blood on my kicks, that from stomping his face off
Chop off a limb with a chainsaw
No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll
Stuffing the clip, a whole trey-o
He ain't gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang for?
Run up on Fetty, cap Fetty, that's Fetty
Count hella bands, wouldn't chase that zelly
Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny
Gang in the spot, get deady on deady
Busting a .40, spit on your shorty, don't do Bacardi
Bust a piñata, open ya mata, shoot up the party
Fuck it, we loud, jet the head, get beat up like Marley
If I'm on the East
Then I'm in the fields so I'm up and gone
Thirty clips, that mean hella bodies
Spin your hood and kill anybody
If he missing the medics got him
He ain't dead but we paralysed him (gang, gang, gang)
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere)
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Getting money off the zelly, in and out her like a deli
Free that nigga Skrelly, put a bullet in his belly
B and B, so fuck a telly, fucking up a shot
We don't do the jumping, shotgun start the pumping
See him slipping, I'm a dump it
Kill a nigga then we dump 'em
Throw his body in a dumpster
Spin through like, ay
He moving or walk, he get shot in the face
I heard they dropping the rates
Well we got the addy and we on the way
Swerving, lurking, slip then murk 'em
Purge with burners, it's a murder
Hearse him, put him in the dirt
They got his face prints on a shirt
Hop out, strap drawn, head tap
Tryna run, he ain't get that far
Spin through, two shooters, one driver
We gon' kill that boy
We gon' bend that block, we gon'
You gon' hear that noise (you gon' here that shit)
All we know is dead opps, no attempts at leg shots
Hit him in his head top
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere)
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere)
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Sniper the blikky, the blikky, the blikky, the blikky
Free Kodak Black
Lemme catch one of y'all niggas comin' out the corner store or some shit
It's litty, gang!
ctrl c ctrl v
Swiss that car, like swiss cheese
This beat flames
Hoodie on mask on strap draw tryna run he aint get that far
Fishbowl try to spin that block, gang gang gon' Swiss that car
@@Deshawn-718 it’s not “if his bro try to spin that block “?😭😭
@@kentrellbracy2222 haha
This goes hard, nice beat bro🔥🙌🏼
It’s a song he took out the words
Its ghosty's beat (uk producer)
Yoo fire 🔥
The 808 slides on this go crazy...
No cap
@2KIsTheName hahaha
@2KIsTheName its a UK drill beat
@@lilgrippie its a UK drill beat
@@deluxemusicgroup4108 its a UK drill beat
Crashing thissssss
Can we use this for a drone footage ?
Nah we W💫💫
yo bro how did you make this melody? i beg u help me out I have nexus, half time, serum... all the plug ins u need to make a drill beat but I'm just not able to create a melody that sound exactly like this
where's the second verse to his song?
I NEED THIS 808
Bruhhhhhhhhh
You can find it in one of Ghosty‘s Packs
Its a UK drill beat
its “Evil 808” from yoo9ine drumkit
Jesus is lord. Repent of your sins, be born again, and turn to him to be saved from Hell!
Turn away from all your sins before its too late. We love yall and God loves you all🙏🏼❤️
What
I get your message but your commenting this on an instrumental of a drill song
@@aymann8383 must spread the word every where 🙏🙏 Praise the lord for his MERCY IS ABUNDANT ✝️
yeah no
@@hunchohoudini5506 fuck god
Which ghosty beat is this he has a bunch
not on his channel i think it was a custom beat
H1TheProducer oh ok glooks
Can you do possessed instrumental
0:00 0:07 0:13 0:27
What is the woah sample
anyone know which kit the drum sounds are in?
Prod. Dazy check reddit try looking up Yoo9ine kit or something
literally any trap drumkit that came out in the past 8 years
@@f67739 i cant find that 808
@@1cedoubt143 i think itsone of ghostys own 808s but he aint giving his secret shit away people been begging him since like 2018
@@1cedoubt143 reddit uk drill drumkits
What is the 808?
ghost 808
Brendan Prod. Where can I find it
@@fifteenkay2788 drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/1AC-kd3H1u7kUxpljc4iAele28Vpdy0Do - Ghosty 808s
4th one in that pack is the one in this beat
@@Joe-ki7og GOAT!
Surprised you ain't get copyrighted. Great remake tho brotha
this is the official instrumental
@@crypino0608 yea i realized now they only upload official, that's even more insane.
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Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere)
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
1:12
Pop smoke would sound hard on this beat, if he was still here with us
this a blixky beat
@@trillflaco uk drill*
@@unknownuser9715 no not like that
@@vxsionarist its a UK drill beat
@@trillflaco its a UK drill beat
Catch one of y'all niggas slippin' out here, nigga
It's gon' be murder, nigga)
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere)
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Whole lot of shots knock his face off it
Dude will hang out the roof of a Draco
Back from the Ms and the case closed
Blood on my kicks, that from stomping his face off
Chop off a limb with a chainsaw
No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll
Stuffing the clip, a whole trey-o
He ain't gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang for?
Run up on Fetty, cap Fetty, that's Fetty
Count hella bands, wouldn't chase that zelly
Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny
Gang in the spot, get deady on deady
Busting a .40, spit on your shorty, don't do Bacardi
Bust a piñata, open ya mata, shoot up the party
Fuck it, we loud, jet the head, get beat up like Marley
If I'm on the East
Then I'm in the fields so I'm up and gone
Thirty clips, that mean hella bodies
Spin your hood and kill anybody
If he missing the medics got him
He ain't dead but we paralysed him (gang, gang, gang)
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere)
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Getting money off the zelly, in and out her like a deli
Free that nigga Skrelly, put a bullet in his belly
B and B, so fuck a telly, fucking up a shot
We don't do the jumping, shotgun start the pumping
See him slipping, I'm a dump it
Kill a nigga then we dump 'em
Throw his body in a dumpster
Spin through like, ay
He moving or walk, he get shot in the face
I heard they dropping the rates
Well we got the addy and we on the way
Swerving, lurking, slip then murk 'em
Purge with burners, it's a murder
Hearse him, put him in the dirt
They got his face prints on a shirt
Hop out, strap drawn, head tap
Tryna run, he ain't get that far
Spin through, two shooters, one driver
We gon' kill that boy
We gon' bend that block, we gon'
You gon' hear that noise (you gon' here that shit)
All we know is dead opps, no attempts at leg shots
Hit him in his head top
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere)
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere)
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Sniper the blikky, the blikky, the blikky, the blikky
Free Kodak Black
Lemme catch one of y'all niggas comin' out the corner store or some shit
It's litty, gang!
can you make a 22gz - limelight instrumental please
my guy he the one who made the beat
Thanks man now i can make a rap :D
Catch one of y'all niggas slipping out here, nigga
It's gon' be murder, nigga, word to my mama, nigga
Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn
Tryna run, he ain't get that far
Fishbowl try spin that block
Gang gang gon' swiss that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge (grrrt)
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blicky gon' hit that target
Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn
Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)
Fishbowl try spin that block
Gang gang gon' swiss that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blicky gon' hit that target
Whole lotta shots, knock his face off, spin through
Hang out the roof with a Draco
Back from the Yams' and the case closed
Blood on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off
Chop off a limb with a chainsaw (come here)
No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll
Stuffin' the clip, it hold whole Trey-O
He ain't gon shoot, why the fuck is he gang for?
Run up on Fetti, catch Fetti, that's Fetti (come here)
Count hella bands, swing chase that zelle
Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny
Gang in the spot, get deady on deady
Busting a .40, spin on ya shorty
Don't do Bacardi (don't do Bacardi)
Buss your piñata, open your māthā
Shoot up the party (māthā, māthā)
Fuck it, we live, chair to the head, get beat up like a Mauley
If I'm not on the H, then I'm in the Fields or I'm up in Garvey
30 clip, that mean hella bodies
Spin ya hood and kill anybody
If he missing, the medics got him
He ain't dead but we paralyzed him
Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn
Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)
Fishbowl try spin that block
Gang gang gon' swiss that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blicky gon' hit that target
Getting money off the zelle
In and out her like a deli
Free that nigga Skrelly
Put a bullet in his belly
BnB, so fuck a telly, fucking up a Chevy
We don't do the jumping, shotgun start to pumpin'
See him slipping, I'ma dump it
Kill a nigga then we dump him
Throw his body in a dumpster
Spin through like, "Aye"
He moving wocky, get shot in the face
I heard they dropping the rakes
Well we got the addy and we on the way
Swerving, lurking, slipping, murk 'em
Purge with burners, it's a murder
Hearse 'em, put 'em in the dirt
They got his face prints on a shirt
Hop out, strap drawn, head tap
Try to run, he ain't get that far (He ain't get that far)
Spin through, two shooters, one driver
We gon' kill that boy (We gon' kill that boy)
We gon' bend that block, we gon'
You gon' hear that noise (You gon' hear that shit)
All we know is dead opps, no attempts or leg shots
Hit 'em in his head top (kill that nigga)
Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn
Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)
Fishbowl try spin that block
Gang gang gon' swiss that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blicky gon' hit that target
Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn
Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)
Fishbowl try spin that block
Gang gang gon' swiss that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blicky gon' hit that target
Sniper da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky
Free Kodak Black
Let me catch one of y'all niggas comin' out the corner store or some shit, it's litty
Gang
Pop Smoke would’ve killed dis beat
Head stomper,U can see my monster,last plug I robbed can be my sponsor,i got back chat,NFA on a back stab,turn ur strip into Baghdad,put a fat shank into a bad rat,hole left into ur door like a cat flap,I know u won't die for shit,iv seen death taken them away in the eyes and shit,bout that straps kidnap zip ties and shit,I don't just hold it I fire my clip,don't talk about slaughter m.i.t might wire my crib,c.i.d wanna find my shit,sat back bide time and shit,23 hours on a bang up,stitched up never sang up,never swerving never hang up
Do etherdaconnect wild out instrumental
is there an flp for this track?
Hoodie on mask on
Strap drawn
try to run he ain get that far
If his bro try spin that block
Gang gang gon switch that car
kill a opp broad day get blasted
In streets i have credit
It Is Free??
I hung around bad kids growing up that's why im a little bit different dropping that bently bentaga in sport got my foot on the ground im shifting girl you tripping talk about I don't got time and a youngin don't listen I cant love no thot im in love with the way the diamonds glisten saw him get hit with that taser I was just posted outside the bodega she trying play me but this aint no sega you aint going to tame us fuck a suburban I was just inside that caddy we drifting and swerving hit them up crazy bandages wrapped on his head like he wearing a turban smooth as fuck no cap like a youngin just put on poung of that jergins mums got lv and she got Birkin I know she putting that work in end up with a halo do what I say so sipping that blueberry faygo they all been saying that im fuego im hanging with sharks ttiges and makos I can not fuck with a fake hoe let me be the arod to your jlo
Open ya mata
This Beat’s Free?
Typically OFB
it paused in the middle while i was presenting 👎👎
Success and green the only thing I need
Get in my way and I guarantee you gon bleed
Split him just like a swisher
Ryne strike a fuck boy out like a pitcher
Ryne keeps his rod on him just like a fisher
And if you cross me I won’t ever forget yuh
I’ve got a pretty white chick
Goddamn she thicka than a snicka
I fuck once and den dismiss her
And now she mad cuz she know ion miss her
( a beautiful chorus)
I kill a big boy if he play wit my bills
We goin crazy like I’m mentally ill
A Richard Millie we would take it fr
I’d stomp your face and make you swallow your grillz
They hate to see me
I like how everyone notice
When they see me they like oh Rowan the coldest
I got them heated because they know I’m the coldest
Ryne might fuck around and have to murder something
If the cops ask we ain’t heard of nothin
I let the glock blast you ain’t taken nothing
Doorframe act tough but be really frontin
Call up Tyler tell him to run it back
I’m givin my haters a heart attack
I gotta run up a couple or a hundred racks
That old life I was living don’t want it back
This new life can really get ugly
I come from the muddy
I know dat they wanna take everything from me I know they don’t love me
We be them boys who kill the killas
I swear none of pussys ain’t fuckin with us
They want smoke with the gang
We go and get them when we pull up we bang.
And I don’t really sip lean but fuck it ima poor up for my brother lil Egan
In the hood I been going up in the foreign on the block doin donuts
Is it just me or does this sound like faneto chief keef 😭😭😭😭🤣
just you
Ho un clan che fa bang
Tu hai un clan ma su clash
ho un clan che fa bang
pensano ad alzare il cash
la famiglia apposto
negli states co la villa se sei snitch poi sei morto
tu perché parli in slang
fra se non puoi farlo
i miei fra sono tanti
e sono pronti a farlo
FM affamati più degli altri
non voglio beef ma se c'è
mi presento co le armi
ho una glock spara colpi
ssh col freddo sopra i polsi
viola li vogliamo quei fogli
3 colpi se provi a opporti ahh
Tuta black ah scarpe bianche ai piedi
Usciamo nella notte fra che non ci vedi
sotto i portici coi i miei homie quelli veri
se vuoi qualcosa fai uno squillo vieni e vedi
Dalle popò con le hogan
I miei ultrá come hooligan
La tua zona frate che mi acclama
Saluta i tuoi compagni da dentro la bara
Tap rack bang se è quello che vuoi
I miei sopra i tetti come avvoltoi
Ti fanno le collane e pure il Rolex
Sparano in corsa da un range rover
Non snicth come un G
Air max e tuta Gucci
Mi gente se muere por mi
Se fai il grosso vieni qui ah
Tre ferri sotto al sofà
Erba buona 20 al mmogra
Salgo su,fino in cima
Senza niente manco una lira
Non ho flow,non vado a tempo
Ma se mi vedi frate poi crepi
Perché ti atteggi se non li fai
Vieni qua ti insegnamo dai ah
Ho un clan che fa bang
Tu hai un clan ma su clash
Ah
Stesso flow,stessa merda
Altro giorno,stessa merda
Arrivo in cassa a faccia coperta
Sprite viola col fra che versa
Chiedi in giro fra chi siamo
Questi bimbi li uccidiamo
Siamo Roma non siamo Milano
Con in testa la villa a Chicago
Sono sono sono col compare
Vieni vieni vieni a farti male
Tu puoi solo solo solo giudicare
E col giudice non possiam parlare
Chiamo mago e ci becchiamo
Scende e gli stringo la mano
A te non la stringo puzzi di serpe
Io sempre al top tu sempre al verde
Yo no traiciono mi hermano
Yo te Voy a matar Como Pablo
english please i dont speak italian!
Why don’t you only do good beats?
fym? this fire...
Filthymouth116 yes it is
bruh you talm bout this not fire? bruh this tha new york classic you cant be deadass
Tatiana Kotik-Kochoi A New York classic would be something produced by DJ Premier. This is the new gay ass music that people like you listen to.
@@MrDuffy81 why you come on here and hate for no reason? not everyone listens to the same music, deal with it
my mama she had a suburban.
white car she used to blast it we purging.
i’m surfing with diamonds I’m lurking.
niggas on the beat these niggas never turned it.
they ain’t on the streets that’s why it ain’t working.
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
Tryna run, he didn't get that far (c'mere)
If his bro tryna spin dat block
Gang gang gon' switch that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blikky gon' hit that target
Whole lot of shots knock his face off it
Dude will hang out the roof of a Dracon
anyone know what vst and the preset they used to make the melody?
0:00 0:07 0:13 0:26
I hung around bad kids growing up that's why im a little bit different dropping that bently bentaga in sport got my foot on the ground im shifting girl you tripping talk about I don't got time and a youngin don't listen I cant love no thot im in love with the way the diamonds glisten saw him get hit with that taser I was just posted outside the bodega she trying play me but this aint no sega you aint going to tame us fuck a suburban I was just inside that caddy we drifting and swerving hit them up crazy bandages wrapped on his head like he wearing a turban smooth as fuck no cap like a youngin just put on poung of that jergins mums got lv and she got Birkin I know she putting that work in end up with a halo do what I say so sipping that blueberry faygo they all been saying that im fuego im hanging with sharks ttiges and makos I can not fuck with a fake hoe let me be the arod to your jlo