We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way until my dying day You ain't 'bout that action, boy, let's not pretend Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again And if they out when you come back then bitch, you spin again Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bend We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three Two-two-three, AR-15's Carbon-9's, they all on me Fuck with me, you get murked It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that action We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy I swear to God all these niggas dramatic Hold up, actually, I wanna fuck her Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt With it, yeah, with it Pull up on him with a TEC, huh Run up on me, you get wet, nigga Fuck with me, that you'll regret I got some niggas who really be with it You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly You niggas pussy, you don't want no action All of my niggas gon' turn you to past tense We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down Fuck with us, you get murked, facts, nigga Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat, nigga We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three Yeah, Melly, baby And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave, bro Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah (Young Nigga World, baby Young Nigga World, baby Young Nigga Ways, yeah yeah) Floatin' I'm with them sharks, fuck nigga For real, hey
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody F*ck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray Young nigga world, young nigga way until my dying day You ain't 'bout that action, boy let's not pretend Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again And if they out when you come back then bitch you spin again Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody F*ck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three Two-two-three, AR-15 Carbine 9's, they all on me F*ck with me, you get murked It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt F*ck all that talking, we all 'bout that action We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy I swear to God all these niggas dramatic Hold up, actually, I wanna f*ck her Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt With it, yeah, with it Pull up on me with a TEC, huh Run up on me, you get wet, nigga F*ck with me, that's your regret I got some niggas who really be with it You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly You niggas pussy, you don't want no action All of my niggas will turn you to past tense We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down F*ck with us, you get murked, facts nigga Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody F*ck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three Yeah, Melly baby And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave bro Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah (Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby Young nigga ways, yeah yeah) I'm with them sharks f*ck nigga, I'm for real, hey
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray Young nigga world, young nigga way until my dying day You ain't 'bout that action, boy let's not pretend Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again And if they out when you come back then bitch you spin again Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three Two-two-three, AR-15 Carbine 9's, they all on me Fuck with me, you get murked It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that action We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy I swear to God all these niggas dramatic Hold up, actually, I wanna fuck her Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt With it, yeah, with it Pull up on me with a TEC, huh Run up on me, you get wet, nigga Fuck with me, that's your regret I got some niggas who really be with it You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly You niggas pussy, you don't want no action All of my niggas will turn you to past tense We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down Fuck with us, you get murked, facts nigga Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three Yeah, Melly baby And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave bro Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah (Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby Young nigga ways, yeah yeah) I'm with them sharks fuck nigga, I'm for real, hey
He’s the best slowed down person
FAXSSS
Ikr
It’s between him & Thug also Trippie 💯
My grandma is slower 🥱
And that’s on my mama
i like how he rap about violance, killings, blood, and guns in a music box instrumental with an angelic voice.
Hahahahhaha he did it in 223s, blue balenciagas, murder on my mind and some more
This is sooo good
This song should never end
THIS DESERVES MORE LIKES-
UNDERRATED ASFFFFF
i cant stop listenning to this
WOW I just found a comment section that isn’t toxic that’s weird
fax bro
Yeah daddy 😩😩😩
1:54 make me wanna fight some ppl
1:15 congratulations I just taught u how to spin a benz
YNWorld, YNWay until my dying day! 🖤
as a white guy, fax
Bro this must took a long time good job 👏
2:40 best part
Still is
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
This makes me wanna go expose all my best friends for some reason 😭😭
fax😭
Fr😭
Yall can thank DJ SCREW for this! He would of mixed this one crazy! RIP Robert Earl Davis
This is the best song
My favorite part is when he flips the disc
Such a mood bruh
Thank you
Hella fire like damn its a vibe💯🔥🏝
This hits hard full blast with air pods
Your eyes - Your smile - Your Hair, Harper, Will you be mines?
Amazing
Damn Fire 👑👑👑
Yo i lisen to this for my exersize
Shit is so Htown...miss that 713, posted up in that 503...
I was singing dis word for word
Who else listening in June, 2021 🤝
Me
This song make me wanna sleep on my ceiling
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray
Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way until my dying day
You ain't 'bout that action, boy, let's not pretend
Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends
It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again
And if they out when you come back then bitch, you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bend
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
Two-two-three, AR-15's
Carbon-9's, they all on me
Fuck with me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy
I swear to God all these niggas dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna fuck her
Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
With it, yeah, with it
Pull up on him with a TEC, huh
Run up on me, you get wet, nigga
Fuck with me, that you'll regret
I got some niggas who really be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly
You niggas pussy, you don't want no action
All of my niggas gon' turn you to past tense
We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
Fuck with us, you get murked, facts, nigga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat, nigga
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
Yeah, Melly, baby
And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah
I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave, bro
Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah
(Young Nigga World, baby
Young Nigga World, baby
Young Nigga Ways, yeah yeah)
Floatin'
I'm with them sharks, fuck nigga
For real, hey
🔥🔥🔥
make this for a hour i subsribed
This is gassss
#FREEMELLY
Yo Ngl this man had a gift he can make bust dawn by blue face a sad song. Ps make a song 🤫
Gas asf
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
F*ck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray
Young nigga world, young nigga way until my dying day
You ain't 'bout that action, boy let's not pretend
Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends
It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again
And if they out when you come back then bitch you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
F*ck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
Two-two-three, AR-15
Carbine 9's, they all on me
F*ck with me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
F*ck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy
I swear to God all these niggas dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna f*ck her
Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
With it, yeah, with it
Pull up on me with a TEC, huh
Run up on me, you get wet, nigga
F*ck with me, that's your regret
I got some niggas who really be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly
You niggas pussy, you don't want no action
All of my niggas will turn you to past tense
We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
F*ck with us, you get murked, facts nigga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
F*ck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
Yeah, Melly baby
And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah
I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave bro
Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah
(Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby
Young nigga ways, yeah yeah)
I'm with them sharks f*ck nigga, I'm for real, hey
2024 still up
FREE MELLY🌍YNW
i just thought how to spin a benz
voice and instrument: angelic vibes from heaven
lyrics: "fuck with me you get murdered"
Nice
best on 1.15 speed
Damn nigga
Thanks 😊
I like the original song by YnwMelly it sounds way better
Bro thought he did something with his trash producer tag at the beginning
huge help me out
"fuck with me you get murderd" FREE YNW MELLY
What fuck melly and fuck you 🤡
@@maverickpayne6544 Bro i copied a line from the song YNW MELLY said that (Fuck with me you get Murdered)
@@maverickpayne6544 u good?
I feel like I could rob Godzilla with this song
Nah he’s guilty
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray
Young nigga world, young nigga way until my dying day
You ain't 'bout that action, boy let's not pretend
Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends
It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again
And if they out when you come back then bitch you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
Two-two-three, AR-15
Carbine 9's, they all on me
Fuck with me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy
I swear to God all these niggas dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna fuck her
Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
With it, yeah, with it
Pull up on me with a TEC, huh
Run up on me, you get wet, nigga
Fuck with me, that's your regret
I got some niggas who really be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly
You niggas pussy, you don't want no action
All of my niggas will turn you to past tense
We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
Fuck with us, you get murked, facts nigga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
Yeah, Melly baby
And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah
I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave bro
Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah
(Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby
Young nigga ways, yeah yeah)
I'm with them sharks fuck nigga, I'm for real, hey