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send me this beat

cmon bro

bros delivery is horible. idk how people think he is the goat

Hardest

Abzsav part fits so well 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Need more bro 🔥🔥🔥

i thought when the beat tag said "man you got skills" or suttin i thought it was Ridla xD

Im rich as usual but my heart is broken 别说当情侣and that我都当不了你熟人 梦想没发实现啦 我好像跟你失恋了 我都不敢po点instgram 要po我也要看好时间差 我曾经对你痴狂的迷恋 我的眼睛里都没有其他 now its all bout you dont luv me bitch i dont luv u neither 他们看到我变emo 大家都问京A你咋？ 跟你一开始就没戏 viva argentina FIFA on god这就是heartbeaking imma keep it a 100 我也不想管你 我又不是你的班主任 我比你想象的要单纯 你把我搞得没法翻身 我一直以为我跟你在一起 结果我还是单身

Can u do CBs plugges in pt2?

PR verse sounds crazy on this beat. 🔥🔥🔥

bro what is the sample?

Hard bro

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0:24

Still got the bando boomin' DMD when I whip that light up Catch me sofa surfin', I was with bro tryna get my grind up Can you hear the Nokia ringin'? I don't mean to brag, baby, that's my Lyca (brrt-brrt) Shoulda known better, my darg, niggas get burned when they play with fire (grrt) Still got the bando servin' (that's right), still got my dargs them birded (huh) Yo bro, why you look so nervous? Pass me the wap, I'll carry that burden, ayy Still in the trap, I'm workin' (huh), you know how it goes down though (grrt-grrt) I don't really show her attention, but I can bet she goes down low (I bet) When suttin' gets touched in Waltham Forest Talk of the town that the Malis did that (that the Malis did that) Be-bet they won't spin back, I-I'm on the block, shot's get dispatched Niggas wan' brag 'bout things that we been had, bitch, hops to the porch and we been tapped If I'm with F blacked out like a bin bag, you don't wanna know what's in the gym bag A-a-all the things that I coulda done (coulda done) Still I'm on the block with my hoodie on, uh Bro done him up like I woulda done, pussy froze up like a bitch, and he coulda run (bitch) Multiple times that I shoulda run, but I got a hard head, I'm stubborn All about bread, I don't know about clubbin' (all 'bout) And you fuckin' with them? I don't know 'bout cousins Are you buzzin'? Ayy, you must be if you think that my guys'nem slip Rambo blade 'ttached to my hip, any violation, shirts get ripped Look at IC3 turn blue like he's Crip, then it's back to the hustle, call me Nip Me I rap about things that I actually did, they rap about life they don't actually live Mum used to pray for a doctor, no-now she just prays that I don't get locked up You see gang take flight like a 'copter, baby-nine was the first to my roster I grown now, I want a Draco like NOCTA (grrt-grrt), on the opp block tryna find me a Rasta (grrt-grrt) I ain't racist, this is block stuff, need a wap? Bro here on my blocka Still got the bando boomin' DMD when I whip that light up Catch me sofa surfin', I was with bro tryna get my grind up Can you hear the Nokia ringin'? I don't mean to brag, baby, that's my Lyca (brrt-brrt) Shoulda known better, my darg, niggas get burned when they play with fire (grrt) Still got the bando servin' (that's right), still got my dargs them birded (huh) Yo bro, why you look so nervous? Pass me the wap, I'll carry that burden, ayy Still in the trap, I'm workin' (huh), you know how it goes down though (grrt-grrt) I don't really show her attention, but I can bet she goes down low (I bet) Lemme tell you 'bout my bando diary, whippin' up flake, you might know it as Yola Got my fair share of OT drama, it took me a while, but I showed composure Man, I just got a call from my knick-knack, sayin' bare shottas tryna trouble my soldier (who?) So-so I spent five bills on a dott-dotts, send it up there like, "Yo, take over" "Yo, go to the hottest bando, boot down the door and let it off twice" (baow-baow) It happened at half past eight, I bet the whole spot will know by a quarter to nine Now-now's he's comfy sellin' that light, and they all look down when he's peddlin' by I-I-it's funny all it took was a dott-dott, now all the shottas are gettin' in line like Whenever I need me, I'd rather give 15 light to Mikey (light to Mikey) He drives me a 100 miles whenever I re-up on Kylie (YvngMonty, you wildin') This ting, too into her star signs, about Pisces, allow me (man you got Skillz) Now she's tryna act all feisty, man, I think she watch too much TOWIE Miss me (miss me), the life that I live is risky (grrt-grrt) Can't lie that my old ting's history, woulda thought that my new ting's from West Indies Shoutout to my new habibtis, stuck to me even more than my mindi (baow-baow-baow) It's a mystery, mask on my face tryna make one fly like a frisby, grrt-grrt Still got the bando boomin' DMD when I whip that light up Catch me sofa surfin', I was with bro tryna get my grind up Can you hear the Nokia ringin'? I don't mean to brag, baby, that's my Lyca (brrt-brrt) Shoulda known better, my darg, niggas get burned when they play with fire (grrt) Still got the bando servin' (that's right), still got my dargs them birded (huh) Yo bro, why you look so nervous? Pass me the wap, I'll carry that burden, ayy Still in the trap, I'm workin' (huh), you know how it goes down though (grrt-grrt) I don't really show her attention, but I can bet she goes down low (I bet)

Too tuff

Hard g

drums hard af!

where’s the part one broooo

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Still got the bando booming DND when I whip that light up Catch me Sofa Surfin I was with bro tryna get my grind up Can you hear that Nokia ringing? I don't mean to brag baby that's my Lyca Shoulda known better my darg Cah' niggas get burned when they play with fire (Grrt) Still got the bando serving (That's right) Still got my dargs them birded (Huh) Yo bro, why you look so nervous? Pass me the wap I'll carry that burden [in me?] Still in the trap I'm working (Huh) You know how it goes down though (Grrt, grrt) I don't really show her attention But I can bet she goes down low (I bet) Cash Cobain 'Dunk Contest' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse 1] When suttin' get's touched in Walthamforest It's the talk of town that the Malis did that (That the Malis did that) Bet thеy won't spin back Im on the block, shot's get dispatched Niggas wanna brag about things that wе been had It's hops to the porch and we been tapped If I'm with F blacked-out like I've bin-bag You don't wanna know what's in the gym bag All the things that I could've done (Could've done) Still I'm on the block with my hoodie on Bro done up like I would've done Pussy froze up like a bitch, and he could've run (Bitch) Multiple times that I should've run But I got a hard head I'm stubborn All about bread I don't know about clubbing And you fucking with them? I don't know bout cousins Are you buzzin? Ay you must be If you think my guys'nem slip Rambo blade attached to my hip Any violation, shirts get ripped Look at IC3 turn blue like he's Crip Then it's back to the Hustle call me Nip Me I rap about things that I actually did They rap about life they don't actually live Mum used to pray for a doctor Now she just prays that I don't get locked up You see gang take a flight like a 'copter Baby-nine was the first to my roaster Grown up I want a Draco like Nocta On the opp block tryna find me a Rasta (Grrt, grrt) I ain't racist, it's the block stuff Need a wap? Bro here on my blocka [Chorus] Still got the bando booming DND when I whip that light up Catch me Sofa Surfin I was with bro tryna get my grind up Can you hear that Nokia ringing? I don't mean to brag baby that's my Lyca Shoulda known better my darg Cah' niggas get burned when they play with fire (Grrt) Still got the bando serving (That's right) Still got my dargs them birded (Huh) Yo bro, why you look so nervous? Pass me the wap I'll carry that burden [in me?] Still in the trap I'm working (Huh) You know how it goes down though (Grrt, grrt) I don't really show her attention But I can bet she goes down low (I bet) [Verse 2] Lemme tell you bout my bando diary Whipping up flakes, you man[might?] know it as Yola Got my fairshare of OT drama It took me a while but I showed composure Man I just got a call from my knick-knack Saying bare shottas tryna trouble my soldier (Who?) So I spent five bills on a dott-dotts Send it up there like "Yo take over" "Yo, go to the hottest bando, boot down the door and let it off twice" (Baow, baow) It happened at half past 8 I bet the whole spot will know by the quarter to 9 Now's he's comfy selling that light And they all look down when he's paddling by It's funny all it took was a dott-dott Now all the shottas are getting in line Whenever I need me I'd rather give 15 light to Mikey He drives me a 100 miles whenever I re-up on Kylie This thing is too into her starsigns (Yvng Monty, you wildin) About pisces, allow me (Man you got Skillz!) Now she's tryna act all feisty Man that fishie watches too much TOWIE Miss me (Miss me) The life that I live is risky (Grrt, grrt) Can't lie that my old thing is history Woulda thought that my new thing is from West Indies Shoutout to my new habibtis Stuck to me even more than my mindi It's a mystery (Baow, baow) Mask on my face tryna make one fly like a frisby (Grrt, grrt) [Chorus] Still got the bando booming DND when I whip that light up Catch me Sofa Surfin I was with bro tryna get my grind up Can you hear that Nokia ringing? I don't mean to brag baby that's my Lyca Shoulda known better my darg Cah' niggas get burned when they play with fire (Grrt) Still got the bando serving (That's right) Still got my dargs them birded (Huh) Yo bro, why you look so nervous? Pass me the wap I'll carry that burden [in me?] Still in the trap I'm working (Huh) You know how it goes down though (Grrt, grrt) I don't really show her attention But I can bet she goes down low (I bet)

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Banger!

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Fucking hell this beats brazy! 🥶🥶🥶 Ridla murdered this track

Drop part 1😢🎉

1:45

Never been a one for a verbal I ain't really into the talkin', let's go get 'em (Where they at?) Taught that boy a lesson cocked that back and pressed it That's another point Scoreboard needs a mending Made man shake like Nesquik He didn't pack, trust that was the intention Them man pups, we veterans, standard Tired up all these liars And all these guys Thinking that they're on violence Ask them who have they wapped? Who have they splashed? Everyone goes quiet You can ask Gold Line cabs if the gang done mileage Bossman saw that knifin' Now we just pull up on violence No Viagra but I just keep on risin' (Bubush) If I sight that punk he's tired Won't stop 'till I close them eyelids Let me get up, close and personal Trust me I won't stop firin' Empty the clip then load it up Then empty the clip again and again We squeeze first and bang on them More time it's them that need to revenge (They know) No one on, I'll need to attend Ever take an L, I'll go and admit It Bro took an L, went round there next day, hospital got a new victim (Facts) Let's go fishing, let's go drilling One wap in the car, me who's gripping Need more hands to count my chingings And most of them were attempted killings (Splash) Savage known for the double tappin' Cappin', that's what they do when they're rappin' Active, CV's far from average Splash him, whole of my blade, no fraction Madness made man drip like fashion Passion, that's what I do when I'm bangin' Action, lot of them words I'm crashin' Catch him put him on a Evening Standard "Who's that yute? Hey spin that around" I'mma drill that punk again and again (Spin that) Saw it was opps could be an opp, if not, at least they're a friend of a friend Give man all of my bine and all of my knife Can't say we ain't generous men We Squeeze First, ask questions later Why do you think they call us SF Jump in the ride, it's live, can't say that we ain't outside, if I said it I meant it He got drilled, story got remixed Next time I won't stop gleeing Who don't hear might feel it, love that feeling Put him on a paper so everyone can read It Real-life demon, give me a reason and go there again and repeat it (On my life) That's normal, done that boy so awful He got shaved 'cah *** another thought he was immortal Opps get got, that's plural Hit him with the stick like pool balls We ain't been loosin' them man lyin' Before it was amusing now I'm just tired Come on we don't do bootings If it's just music how come police are intrusive, stupid Check the gun crime in Newham Everyone knows we do this (Bubush) Opps and police included Broad day booting's left them clueless They shot at my friend, I shot one of them That's what's called justice Must be high If you thought that there weren't going to be repercussions Everyone knows who done It Don't ask me, best ask them Made him drip like FARFETCH We flag blue, left him red Like blue and red, like Clark Kent If I'm outside and they're outside How come them man ain't dead Common sense, someone's lying it ain't us, must be them (Gaza)

Bro post that instrumental! It's cold fam 🥶

ITS FUCKING FIRE MY G KEEP FILLING MY GYM PLAYLIST💯🔥🔥🔥

what sample did u use?

this is a banger

hardd

prv me boli kur

the coolest version of the drill

legend, cold beat mybro 🤘🏼

keep doing these g

We killed it 🥂

Thank you goat

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