Damn

Bro this is hard ASF

This beat is by far one of the most underrated I had in my feed

No way

Subimos de nivel No paro no pierdo la fe Salimos y entramos pero no nos ven Tranquilo me pongo de pie Pa lo que sea estoy ready Llama a el Alcatel Este frío me eriza la piel Estamos medio esquizo Y no pierdo el papel Ey toy buscando el papel Paseando de noche Bajamos la lírica Poniendo los códigos en mímica Quemando Mary el humo de la critical Yo no me llevo de las críticas El bro cocina parece la química Ponen huevos y no se quitan Tan hablando mal Sin saber lo que implica Con el loco frena y se la aplica Le Dimo a tu cue ella dice que me implica Y pa que vamos a hablar Si to va a seguir igual Pregunta en la calle Tumba el Instagram Con cara d niño Y no nos descuidamos Mi gente está alerta Pa hacerte brillar No tiro la toalla tiro para alante Llega a dos ochenta Y no se va a estrellar No mires la estrella Mira para alante Apresion si te tiras te lo van a dar La tiro nose Yo la pongo en cua Me dice papi La trato like trapo Yo no entro al party Y si entro, me tapo Tengo la vibra y el flow medio capo Llenos de envidia los tengo a esos sapos Y se quilla si yo no la rapo Si los cuchillos le saben a na Y esta es de hierro? como decía el napo Ni un paso pa atrás La calle achicamos Suelto magia Parezco dynamo La hemorra… fue porque le damos Fuck a tu tafia fumando gelatto Estoy encendido estoy alerta Por si tal si cual la capucha puesta Entramo al portal eso ni nos cuesta Saca el total sacando la cuenta Sacamo el doble de uno fio Yo me fio pero no confio Están cambiando la ruta En el carril central No trato de pecar Solo cojo lo mio Si salgo pal barrio Estoy modo sigilo No busco problemas Yo llevo lo mío Aveces por x Te quedas vendió Creo q puedo hablar Yo poco me he dormido Subimos de nivel No paro no pierdo la fe Salimos y entramos pero no nos ven Tranquilo me pongo de pie Pa lo que sea estoy ready Llama a el Alcatel Este frío me eriza la piel Estamos medio esquizo Y no pierdo el papel Ey toy buscando el papel Paseando de noche Bajamos la lírica Poniendo los códigos en mímica Quemando Mary el humo de la critical Yo no me llevo de las críticas El bro cocina parece la química Ponen huevos y no se quitan Tan hablando mal Sin saber lo que implica Con el loco frena y se la aplica Le Dimo a tu cue ella dice que me implica Y pa que vamos a hablar Si to va a seguir igual Pregunta en la calle Tumba el Instagram Con cara d niño Y no nos descuidamos Mi gente está alerta Pa hacerte brillar No tiro la toalla tiro para alante Llega a dos ochenta Y no se va a estrellar No mires la estrella Mira para alante a presión si te tiras te lo van a dar

What is the original drill beat?

What 808 u used for this bro??🔥

Flip all these Packs by night Im a well known rider You should know That im realy gon find ya Came with the 7 Circle there block On a late night trip Tryna find where he lives And take whats mine You can just hold this dick I aint trust no bitch With my ching Thats mad How could u leave Ur boy on the ground He was cryin He was shoutin Wheres all my guys Jump out the whip 4 man with bats Can call us bat With them real man I aint on chat Them man on snap And they still get smoked Like calli in a pack Rips mans flesh And take whats mine I aint on no chat I aint on no bine Man that 3.5 Gets smoked so fast How could u talk On man

Yeah, I woke up this morning and put on my fit On some typical white boy - Khakis and white socks, black kicks I ain't sleepin' 14-hundred bands Tan, cos, it's a sin, I was up all night studyin' trig' Took my exam, and said bye to my clique I wonder if Mr. Smith knows I'm lit I wonder if Mr. T knows that I keep a stick In my pencil case, I got a grip Keep it on me even when I piss Head on a swivel like moms with they kids Yes, I keep it on me when I'm pissin' One in the head in case my opps dissin' If I have a bad day, and I'm missin', got some extra ammunition Got a Carti' on my wrist, got a Rollie on my left I got friends that'll switch, I'm just waitin' 'til they step, step I got a TEC in a tech, haha, so don't make me upset You're just losin' money in the street Dice, cards, you can't bet on yourself I just want the money, give a- about the fame Wasn't with me in the rain, then, she cannot be my main I don't like her attitude, she do it for her gang I'm married to the game, only hundreds on my-, grrah They like, "Mabu, you're cappin' in your rap?" How you know what I did? Slide through the T's, and I'm yellin' out, "Poop Gz, " I really rap what I did If he cap about buyin' a feature, I load up his balance, and switch out his SIM Yes, I know I'm a kid, yes But tell me I'm cappin', I'm poppin' your lid They say Mabu's a industry plant, haha, are you dumb, or you high? 3.14159265 guns, be ready to die I just bodied a beat while recitin' pi, huh, your life is a lie Try to set me up on a hit with a chick, huh, I'm cuttin' that line Goodbye Grrah-grrah I'm not a cop, I'm not a cop-cop-cop Was about time they know who runnin' this -, grrah Gang-gang-gang

How did you end up being lil mabus producer bro?

Băng Đảng súng ổng all the gang tao chơi Thế đ xong việc mày còn nhắc tên tao Milli drop trên cục tiền tao bơi

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59 Contributors Translations Русский THROW Lyrics [Part I] [Intro: Lil Mabu & DD Osama] I'm on the road-road-road Always on go-go-go (Grrah, everything for Notti) I'm feelin' low-low-low (You know what the fuck goin' on) Pour a four-four-four (Grrah-grrah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) [Verse: Lil Mabu & DD Osama] They had a special place in my heart, so I tried fixing them while they were breakin' me I learned the hard way, but I don't do it no more thankfully Turned to a beast when Notti died, I told 'em, "Wait and see" I wasn't 'posed to make it this far, I'm talkin' racially, so this shit feels make believe I wish lil' Notti woulda stuck with me in the streets I ain't ever parked a V and I've been on the charts for weeks I had a vision no one seen, not even my family (Not even my family) Music is savin' me, but I know it could end fatally (Painfully) So I keep that .40 on my side, ain't no one tamin' me (I'ma pray for me) I wasn't perfect as a kid, but I still ate my greens I started workin' in the crib while my friends were smokin' weed I started doing good and got more enemies I keep my face up off the net when I be in the streets I know my boys got my back, but when it comes to totin' straps, hope they don't run when the bullets gotta handle me [Part II] You might also like [Intro: DD Osama & Lil Mabu] Ah, every opp shot Grrah, Mabu (Grrah) Grrah, Mabu (Like) Grrah, every opp shot, like Grrah, gang-gang-gang, gang Gang-gang-gang, like [Verse: DD Osama & Lil Mabu] Ayy, yo, Mabu, throw (Boom) When we bend through the opps, get low I said, "DD, we clutchin' the cane or the pole?" Red light, green beam, hang out, throw For lil' Notti, I'm flockin' Catch a opp, put his life turn timeless Totin' the .30, I ain't totin' a rocket (Brrt) Ddot with me for the niggas that’s plottin', grrah Dead opps all in my blunt Bitch is a munch and she ate it for fun (On bro) Bitch, I'm that nigga that do what I want Bend that ass over and wine on my gun Yeah, he died one time on the earth (Grrah), now he died two times (Times) Put the beam to the blunt I don't even smoke but feel him in my lungs DD got left, Mabu got right (Right) Just know I still smoke Rite (Damn, damn) Like, grrah, grrah, just know I smoke Rite (Damn) I ain't goin' out without a fight (Facts) I got diamonds on me, shed the light (The light) Your bitch callin' DD to get piped, while I'm callin DD for the pipe And if brodie get stuck in a slammer (The slammer), Mabu gon' help beat the case (Facts) I'm a lawyer, I always got answers (Answers), fuckin' bitches on the first date (Damn) I got bitches on me, Alabama, I keep one in every other state (State) [Outro: Lil Mabu & DD Osama] Bitch, I feel I great Damn, every opp shot, nigga Suck my dick, like Grrah-grrah, gang-gang-gang 4 Embed

COUNTERSNARE???

Brow-bang, brow-bang Baow, baow Ah-ah-ah Warning, New York City is currently on lockdown ah, ah-ah-ah Every opp will get shot (Young Genius, bitch) This is not a drill Ah-ah-ah (YGA, YGA) Ah-ah-ah (grrah, YGA) Who that? Who that? (YGA) Ba-ba, baow Like, I'm done running laps First one I see, he get turned to a pack (on bro, to a pack) I'm like, "Get the fuck back, " 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (boo, ba-ba, baow) Put the Jill on my jack A beam to his back, say hello to my gat (to my gat) Mabu, Mr. Move Tact, boom at your ass, leave a bullet, it thrash Ayo, Mabu, throw five (throw five) I throw ten, I start feelin' alive Yeah, I'm a star, clutching on this .9 (get it up) DD better pull out when I ride (grrah) You know I'ma slide, lil' DD arrived Tryna shoot a nigga in his eye (pow) P-p-pull up on me, let's have a good time I'm sly, in the back of my head, I got eyes (gang, gang, gang) Ayo, Mabu, who's that? (Who that?) Fuck it, throw a shot at his back Up it, just me and my gat He just got put in a pack, grrah And when the smoke fly high It goes to Heaven, not Hell So the opps breathe it in, gettin' high Not knowing they smoking themselves Mabu go ku with the deuce I think the screws in my head a lil' loose, like (baow, baow) Pass the cane, put a beam on a broom Bitch when I up it (bitch, when I-), shakalaka-boom, like, grrah I be acting a fool, like, when it's just me and my tool ('kay) Mabu on my left and I stay on my right (like?) He like, "DD, I know what to do" (gang-gang-gang) Nah, what the fuck? Nah, my heart Yo, Mabu Mabu, get the fuck up, nigga You gotta get the fuck up The fuck? Ah (Evil Empire) Drop (baow), drop (baow), drop (baow), make the opps drop Mop (baow), mop (baow), mop (baow), mop the dead opps Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot (get shot) All the opps get shot Like skidi-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop Skrraa-pop (skrraa), skraa-pop-pop (bah, bah) Like, chickiti, bang-bang-bang Chickiti, bang-bang-bang Chickiti, bang-bang-bang No, the opps can't hang (they can't bang) And I go insane, you can see my brain When they yell my name, got unlimited range (cuh, cuh, cuh) Give me pipe, pass the beam Quick, I'ma put on for my team (baow, baow) I think they all fell asleep Quick, DD, hit 'em with a scream (hit 'em with a-) Ah, feel like the king of this shit, like, ah In bed, with his bitch now I got her like, "Uah, uh-hoo" She a crackhead (boy, what the fuck was that?) His bitch won't stop saying, "Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah" Like, I'm done running laps First one I see, he get turned to a pack (get back) I'm like, "Get the fuck back, " 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (boo, ba-ba, baow) Put the Jill on my jack The beam to his back, say hello to my gat (like?) Mabu, Mr. Move Tact, boom at your ass, leave a bullet, it thrash Now we back on that drill shit Me and Mabu two deep, tryna kill shit (grrah) Know the opps gonna feel this (haha) 'Cause they real niggas without the realness No, I can't say the last bar (nah) I think that it's time to give Mabu a black card No, I don't got security with me, huh, but me and DD got some armed guards (go, go) On bro Like, I'm done running laps First one I see, he get turned to a pack (baow) I'm like, "Get the fuck back, " 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (get back) Put the Jill on my jack (bang) Beam to his back, say hello to my gat (gang, gang, gang) Mabu, Mr. Move Tact, boom at your ass, leave a bullet, it thrash (gang, gang, gang)

Like, most of y'all rappers is signed to the streets Only deal that you took was a plea Mabu get money while he pee, shoutout my label, that's me I own a hundred percent of my cuts - nobody takin' a fee 3.141592653, I'm the king of NYC I heard they sent my music to police, so, this is a message to NYPD I cap in my raps, I'm an innocent tweep Keep a teddy bear when I sleep I'm rappin' the words, but they write it for me Me? I'm all about keepin' the peace I mean, at least I get paid, 'cause a lot of these rappers be cappin' for free They call me "The Ock" I got the bread, she chopped, but said, "Can I bring a friend?" Never, never, never I guess she forgot the bev', like two fives don't equal a ten Quick math, don't try it again She shaped like a turtle, or a hen Her makeup is -, she don't know how to blend Make her do Wordle, she need to have brains if she givin' out head Call her Virgil, 'cause the way she be blowin' - got me dead, ha-ha Shawty got Arctan, I wanna intersect her circle She like, "Mabu, I like purple" So I blew her back out and I left her on read Get it? 'Cause, blue and red equals purple So, I blew her back out and I left her on read Don't let that go over your head One, two, three, four They all put their knees on the floor Kisha, Becky, Sophie, Zoe, textin' me, beggin' for more Blockin' that b- if she callin' me bro If you my dog, then chew on my bone (woof) Like, most of y'all rappers is signed to the streets Only deal that you took was a plea Mabu get money while he pee, shoutout my label, that's me I own a hundred percent of my cuts - nobody takin' a fee 3.141592653, I'm the king of NYC I heard they sent my music to police, so, this is a message to NYPD I cap in my raps, I'm an in-

I'm on the road-road-road Always on go-go-go (graah, everything for Notti) I'm feelin' low-low-low (you know what the fuck goin' on) Pour a four-four-four (graah-graah) Bye, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) They had a special place in my heart So I tried fixing them while they were breakin' me I learned the hard way, but I don't do it no more, thankfully Turned to a beast when Notti died, I told 'em, "Wait and see" I wasn't 'posed to make it this far, I'm talkin' racially So, this shit feels make-believe I wish lil' Notti woulda stuck with me in the streets I ain't ever parked a V, and I've been on the charts for weeks I had a vision no one seen, not even my family (not even my family) Music is savin' me, but I know it could end fatally (painfully) So I keep that .40 on my side, ain't no one tamin' me (I'ma pray for me) I wasn't perfect as a kid, but I still ate my greens I started workin' in the crib while my friends were smokin' weed I started doing good and got more enemies I keep my face up off the 'net when I be in the streets I know my boys got my back, but when it comes to totin' straps Hope they don't run when the bullets gotta handle me Every opp shot Grrah, Mabu (grrah) Grrah, Mabu (like) Grrah, every opp shot (grrah), like (Grrah, gang-gang-gang, gang) (Grrah-graah-gang, like) Ayo, Mabu, throw (boom!) When we bend through the opps, get low I said, "DD, we clutchin' the cane or the pole?" Red light, green beam, hang out, throw For lil' Notti, I'm flockin' Catch a opp, put his life turn timeless Totin' the .30, I ain't totin' a rocket (brrt) Ddot with me for the niggas that's plottin', grrah Dead opps all in my blunt Bitch is a munch, and she ate it for fun (on bro) Bitch, I'm that nigga that do what I want Bend that ass over and wind on my gun Yeah, he died one time on the earth (grrah) Now he died two times (times) Put the beam to the blunt (ooh) I don't even smoke but feel him in my lungs DD got left, Mabu got right (right) Just know I still smoke Rite (damn, damn) Like, graah, graah, just know I smoke Rite (damn) I ain't goin' out without a fight (facts) I got diamonds on me, shed the light (the light) Your bitch callin' DD to get piped, while I'm callin' DD for the pipe And if brodie get stuck in a slammer (the slammer) Mabu gon' help beat the case (facts) I'm a lawyer, I always got answers (answers) Fuckin' bitches on the first date (damn) I got bitches on me, Alabama, I keep one in every other state (ha-ha) Bitch, I feel great Damn, every opp shot, nigga Suck my dick, like Graah-graah Gang-gang-gang

Yeah, I woke up this morning and put on my fit On some typical white boy - Khakis and white socks, black kicks I ain't sleepin' 14-hundred bands Tan, cos, it's a sin, I was up all night studyin' trig' Took my exam, and said bye to my clique I wonder if Mr. Smith knows I'm lit I wonder if Mr. T knows that I keep a stick In my pencil case, I got a grip Keep it on me even when I piss Head on a swivel like moms with they kids Yes, I keep it on me when I'm pissin' One in the head in case my opps dissin' If I have a bad day, and I'm missin', got some extra ammunition Got a Carti' on my wrist, got a Rollie on my left I got friends that'll switch, I'm just waitin' 'til they step, step I got a TEC in a tech, haha, so don't make me upset You're just losin' money in the street Dice, cards, you can't bet on yourself I just want the money, give a- about the fame Wasn't with me in the rain, then, she cannot be my main I don't like her attitude, she do it for her gang I'm married to the game, only hundreds on my-, grrah They like, "Mabu, you're cappin' in your rap?" How you know what I did? Slide through the T's, and I'm yellin' out, "Poop Gz, " I really rap what I did If he cap about buyin' a feature, I load up his balance, and switch out his SIM Yes, I know I'm a kid, yes But tell me I'm cappin', I'm poppin' your lid They say Mabu's a industry plant, haha, are you dumb, or you high? 3.14159265 guns, be ready to die I just bodied a beat while recitin' pi, huh, your life is a lie Try to set me up on a hit with a chick, huh, I'm cuttin' that line Goodbye Grrah-grrah I'm not a cop, I'm not a cop-cop-cop Was about time they know who runnin' this -, grrah Gang-gang-gang

Ayo Mabu, I think we got one, gang (oh yeah, we do) Double M's, Double M's Let's go, ayo, turn me up Ayo Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y (Even my abuela know that) Yeah City full of hate, nobody could love Opps tryna knock me, so I gotta keep a gun (grrah, grrah) And people say I'm mixy, but I just be havin' fun (gang, gang, gang) My first tape a party, I told everyone to come (RPT Four-sev, four-sev) Gang gang, look And she wanna come to the party Me and Mabu, we gon' get it started Fuck all the opps, we don't listen to artists (at all, at all) Take a trip to the opps, and we mobbin' And I keep a knocker, tryna shoot me a nigga who dissin' (grr) My gun go "Grrakah", when I up, I bet he going missing City full of hate, nobody could love Opps tryna knock me, so I gotta keep a gun (so I gotta keep a gun) And people say I'm mixy, but I just be havin' fun My first tape a party, I told everyone to come No one deserves to be up in a cell (that's fact) And I can't even put up bail You upped it and aimed at his head, impaled it Filled him up with shells, did damage So now we apart and I can't lie, I miss you But I'm glad that you ain't let him blitz you 'Cause I rather you tried by 12 than let a fake goon lift you City full of hate, nobody could love Opps tryna knock me, so I gotta keep a gun (don't run, don't trip) I gotta keep a gun (don't run, don't trip) (Grrah, grrah) He like who gon' do what? (Nigga, what?) Nigga me, you get hit with the gun, like (like what's up?) And just watch how they run Spin they block, I do that shit for fun I hope you see the light, but you never might It started out as beef on live, and now it's taking lives I'm just tryna slow it down, or at least say I tried Started out as dropping signs, now bodies are left to die I want you to picture this like Hanging with friends and feelin' the vibe Or just coolin' on a summer night Without bullets flying and people dyin' You just gotta put it to the side Just gotta put it to the side Just gotta put it to the side Gotta put it to the side Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom Look, yo, it's that Dthang nigga, make 'em get jiggy before we shoot 'em, ya heard? R.I.P. Woo LLB for life Long Live Rah Forever B (at all, at all) Even my abuela know that Grrah, grrah grrah I'm not a cop, I'm not a cop I'm not a, I'm not a cop, cop, cop

0:12 that “notti” or wtv it said go incredibly harddd 😭😭

You made this song so much better without that other bit I can finally listen to this without hearing dd hit em with a scream 🔥

I love it when the artists or producers of the original beat release the official instrumental. Thanks for this

Ong

Yo

Io cool mate

Io cool mate

Cod dammm the sound is like fireman how did Lil Mubu and DD Osama make this

Where the fuck did u get that choir bro gyaaadddaayum

scendo di casa mi chiedono apposto tranquillo l’ho portata apposta quanto mi costa sto correndo mi prendo il tuo posto

Bro if you asking what are the beats ask lilmabu💀

Bro where the beat change at ?

Now anyone can get on a mic. This beat sounds much better by itself.

Bro dis beat go hard

Did you make the drill for the "teach me how to drill" song?

bizzy type beat

real banger 🔥🔥

I already knew who made it🔥🔥

😤

🔥🔥🔥

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"City Full of hate Nobody Can Love Opps tryna knock so i gotta keep a Gun People Think im mixy but its actually Kind of fun"

Need one for me 2:37

I had a rap on dis beat and it 🔥

Yo whats this highhat from?

hawt

Yo good beats

Wavyyy

Hard asl

Where can i find the 808?

Boy hot 🫡🔥