Overview Listen Composers Lyrics Ay, I could never be nobody number-one fan Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand You pussies can't get booked outside America for nan' I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan I'm the hitmaker y'all depend on Backstage in my city, it was friendzone You won't ever take no chain off of us How the fuck you big-steppin' with a size-seven men's on? This the bark with the bite, nigga, what's up? I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up Extortion baby, whole career, you been shook up 'Cause Top told you, "Drop and give me 50, " like some push-ups, huh Your last one bricked, you really not on shit They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me lit Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split The way you doin' splits, bitch, your pants might rip You better do that motherfuckin' show inside the bity Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty Then we need a verse for the Swifties Top say drop, you better drop and give 'em 50 Pipsqueak, pipe down You ain't in no big three, SZA got you wiped down Travis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped down Like your label, boy, you in a scope right now And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now Just to have this talk with your ass, I had to hike down Big difference 'tween Mike then and Mike now What the fuck is this, a 20-v-1, nigga? What's a prince to a king? He a son, nigga Get more love in the city that you from, nigga Metro, shut your ho ass up and make some drums, nigga Yeah, I'm the 6ix God, I'm the frontrunner Y'all nigga manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runner Claim the 6ix and you boys ain't even come from it And when you boys got rich, you had to run from it Cash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin' (out here trickin') Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas (what the fuck?) Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (wicked, wicked) Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin' Drizzy Chip 'n Dale, probably got your bitch Chanel I just got 'em done, boy, don't make me have to chip a nail Rolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt, that was slick as hell Shit'll probably change if your BM start to kiss and tell Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switches I'll be rockin' every fuckin' chain I own next visit, ay I be with some bodyguards like Whitney Top say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin' Ay, better drop and give me 50 Ay, drop and give me 50, drop and give me 50 Ay, niggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50 Niggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin' I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky Can't believe he jumpin' in, this nigga turnin' 50 Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business Nigga, shout out to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddy We know why you mad, nigga, I ain't even trippin' All that lil' heartbroken Twitter shit for bitches This for all the top dogs, drop and give me 50, drop, drop And that fuckin' song y'all got did not start the beef with us This shit been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' up I don't care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as fuck Champagne trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' up Nigga callin' Top to see if Top wanna peace it up "Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?" Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' up You done rolled deep to this, it's not fuckin' deep enough Beggin' Kai Cenat, boy, you not fuckin' beatin' us Numbers-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' creepin' up Money-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' sneakin' up Cornball, your show money merch money fee to us I'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enough This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up Drop and give me 50, all you fuck niggas teamin' up Mm, mm, yeah, drop, drop, drop, drop Drop a 50 bag for the mob in the spot Drop a 50 bag, 29 for the thot Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG

Dude I love this beat so much thank you bro 🙏

That chime throughout the beat is underrated. One of my favorite beats of 2024 tbh.

When dababy freestyled on this 😮‍💨

Oh man this makes me wanna write again

If had to rate it out of ten,I would rate it 10 out 10😮😮😮

Best beat of 2024

Too good the bass hits hard!!!

Imagine Juice Wrld freestyling on this...

Iconic

Tell me why the beginning and end parts reminds me of being OP in any game.

Hier ist ein Disstrack im Stil und Flow von “Like That” (Future, Metro Boomin, Kendrick Lamar) - minimalistisch, hypnotisch, aber mit aggressiven Punchlines: (Intro) Yeah. Du weißt, was kommt. Fabian, Mio, pinke Joggerin. Ihr dachtet, ihr seid dabei? Nah. Metro! Boomin want some more, ni***! (Verse 1) Mops Fabian, redest groß, doch du fällst so klein, Dein Glow ist fake, kein Shine, nur Sonnenschein. Bleibst hängen wie ’ne Fliege auf’m Rücksitz, stuck, Deine Moves? Slow motion, Bro, you outta luck. Mio tot, doch der Name lebt wie’n Meme, Kein Legacy, nur Staub auf ‘ner leeren Stream. Warst kein Beast, warst kein Banger, nur Dreck im Schuh, Dein Bellen war leise, kein Echo, kein Who’s Who. Joggerin pink, denkst, du catchst den Beat, Doch dein Lauf ist für’n Trash, nicht mal Highlight Reel. Du bist auffällig still, wenn die Straße spricht, Jeder deiner Schritte fake, keiner glaubt an dich. (Hook) Nah, ihr seid nicht wie das - nein, nicht wie wir. Jeder Satz von euch verpufft - nur Luft, kein Ziel. Ihr rennt, doch bleibt stehen, stuck im Kreis. Wir sind das Licht, ihr nur Schatten im Eis. (Verse 2) Fabian, Sonne brennt dich weg wie Papier, Du bist ein Mops mit ’nem Maul, aber null Präsenz hier. Deine Worte wie’n Spiel, doch der Controller ist out, Jeder Move von dir scripted, kein Flow, kein Sound. Mio lag tot, das Ende kam zu früh, Doch mal ehrlich, sein Anfang war genauso müde. Kein Stolz, keine Haltung, kein Grund zu stehen, Jetzt ruht er im Dreck, keiner wird ihn verstehen. Und Joggerin, was machst du hier auf dem Asphalt? Pink ist laut, aber dein Lauf bleibt kalt. Denkst, du bist was? Doch du bist nur’n Schatten von Licht, Kein Feuer, nur ein Rauch, der in der Luft zerbricht. (Hook) Nah, ihr seid nicht wie das - nein, nicht wie wir. Jeder Satz von euch verpufft - nur Luft, kein Ziel. Ihr rennt, doch bleibt stehen, stuck im Kreis. Wir sind das Licht, ihr nur Schatten im Eis. (Bridge) Ihr seid nicht auf meinem Level, nicht mal nah dran, Redet, doch es bleibt still, nur Staub in der Wand. Fabian, Mio, Joggerin - gleiche Energie, Nichts wert, nur Figuren in nem billigen Spiel. (Outro) Metro hält den Beat wie ein Grabstein - hart. Ihr dachtet, ihr seid tough, doch ich reiß euch apart. Keine Line von euch trifft, keine Silbe hat Macht, Ich schreib euren Abgang, letzter Akt, gute Nacht. Minimalistisch, schneidend, wie der Beat von “Like That”. Lass wissen, ob’s passt oder du Anpassungen willst!

I was Grinding up on Fordham road Same spot where they sell the clothes Everybody knows It’s Time to find a fit that’s jus to find the hoes

yoooo i got something finish writen and fire asf on this beat 🔥 🔥 no cap. someone hit me up frfr....

I cant get to the download link on mobile for some reason

this beat is hard asf killed it cause of juice

Mf really saw Megaman X and said "Hell yeah"

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I just come here for the weak ass bars in the comment section.

This beat is freaky deaky

3:15 Why tf did this remind me of like a loop on a rollercoaster

fire

I would have listened to this song forever if they had stayed with the first beat absolutely insane

Takin' it off, takin' it off, takin' it (la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) Yeah (yeah, yeah), Pluto (yeah) Plutoski, yeah (woo) You don't look down on me, girl, when I'm cryin' You made me wanna live when I felt like dyin' (you made me wanna live) The way I converse back and forth with you is so inspirin' (is so inspirin') I sit back and look at the curves on you, I can't deny it (I can't deny it, woo) I can't deny, I look fly with you I can't deny, I get high with you (I can't deny gettin' high) I can't deny, I survive with you I even like your attitude I make a call up to Gucci for you I get to actin' unruly for you Call up the jeweler, go stupid for you Call up the jeweler, go stupid for you (oh yeah) I'm feelin' better, I knew it was you (oh yeah) You tryna leave, catch an asthma attack Times that we spent, we gon' cherish that Change up the weather, I'm mad relaxed Went in the room, seen a star in the ceiling Sit on an island, we cool, we chillin' You got me thinkin' 'bout buyin' the buildin' Ain't no more worries, this our resort Tryna be modest, you makin' me stunt Baby don't smoke, but she roll my blunts You keep me charged, keep your word a bond Ain't no more problems, they overdone You gave me life when my heart was numb I need to sing you a song or somethin' (sing you a song, la-la-la-la-la-la-la) Need you all to myself, need you all to myself (need you) Need you all to myself, baby Need you all to myself (yeah) Need you all to myself (I promise that I got your back) The biggest show in Paris You singin' it the loudest You'll always be the baddest, babe I promise that I got your back You'll never be in danger Promise nothin' will happen These niggas always yappin', yeah I promise that I got your back Ooh, look at how we movin', baby (movin', baby) They could never diss my brothers, baby When they got leaks in they operation I thank God that I never signed my life away And we never do the big talk (no, no, no, no, no) They shooters makin' TikToks Got us laughin' in the Lambo' (yeah) I promise that I got your back Need you all to myself Need you all to myself (need you) Need you all to myself, baby Need you all to myself (yeah) Need you all to myself (I promise that I got your back) Need you all to myself, need you all to myself (lay down) Takin' it off, takin' it off, takin' it off Need you all to myself Need you all to myself (yeah) Need you all to myself, yeah, yeah (I promise that I got your back) Before I let you go, can I get a kiss good night, baby? Before I let you go, can I get a kiss good night, baby? Before I let you go, can I get a kiss good night, baby? (Oh) Before I let you go (I promise that I got your back) (I promise that I got your back) (I promise that I got your back) La-la-la-la-la-la-la Oh

They know I’m like that Why would you start barking when you know that I’m gon bite back Girl quit all that talking, cuz you know that you ain like that Dodging niggas talm bout pull up but can’t pull up inna wide scat Boy can’t pull up in hell cat, not even a Honda nigga you ain’t got no motion it’s no wonder I ain’t want ya Feel like Wanda how I tell these niggas sike think I like em, he a goner 613 it touch my butt I’m out here feeling like Madonna Check it Huh Heard they said they better than big Jazz Huh How you better but you still ain’t make a bag I’m like huh I can’t slow down foot been krazy glued to the gas I been hitting back to back the fact is Jazz is on yall ass Hold up wait Think I cracked the code ain’t need a code to break the safe Like my hittas they move cold like on bro no it ain’t safe Im big J and just like Cole my lyrics make these bitches quake I said quake ain’t mean no oats but just like oats we make it shake White boy ringing 🛎️🛎️🛎️ his name Blake he said babe lets go eat steak with sum lobster or sum pasta, just a simple little date said don’t bae me boy I’m married to the money not engaged My new name is Mrs. Pape I’m in that mode to how im pretty put it on look like I came straight outta VOUGE They can’t relate cause they dusty and ugly washed up but the kind with no soap they got nothing on me I said it in clothes These bitches Jabronis they stealing my flow I making this cake I laugh to the bank but i swear to god that this hea ain’t a joke way that I’m spitting addictive like coke running up digits these bitches is broke ducking they top becuz they don’t want smoke chippity chop get her face card revoked Yea I’m the type would slide in the night talking crazy lil bby im crazy for sure Type that would pull up and ask how it go Already knowing the answer I’m the type that would go put a price on your head before I go hit up ya mans up Gemini baby could move like a Cancer cry you a river then pop like a Fanta Name in her mouth she a fan duh harlem shaking we make him dancer say she gang but she really a random Turn it up issa real nigga anthem ugh Is you like that x3 Mmchtttt she ain’t like that Told these bitches what was tea but they ain’t like that Like Teseki plus I eats but they don’t bite back How I’m ridin on this beat js like a bike back call the shots from day to night but no day drinking or no night cap Tell the truth, oh please do, cause I don’t like cap Send me two or the shoes going right back Like I do what I do they don’t like that I’m to Florida to what Oprah is to Chiraq Money talks so they ain’t got nun to say they ain’t paid I just told y’all that I’m really Mrs. Pape Pave the way I said What’s up and good morning just woke up to break the bank Quarter milli i secure it fully stacked up in the safe Told my Prada bae imma make him proud today Woke up n chose violence lil huh I got time today Holl up wait Shit on women now they stank I’m a baddie, that they ain’t Round of applause when I walk in the room but I swear that this shit ain’t no paddycake Throw on the ski like a masquerade Richard Millie ain’t no Patek baby They pressed that I made it without an acquaintance, soak it up and let it saturate The minute I get in the building, I give them the feeling they hearts go a faster rate I had to get it to give it and make me a living no chance of procrastinate Like I couldn’t procrastinate I had to get to the bands for the chance to go try and make up for the sadder days So I’m still working on Saturdays 24 seven no time to waste Namaste They needa chill this shit is for real no imagination Better and badder and bigger And I got these bitches wishing they was the one with the figures Bitch got no figure It’s giving precious from precious I’m pressure no need to go diamond my necklace Peep the flex I ain’t flexing This shit a regular session I’m an irregular specimen Bitch I spit like it’s venom and I’m in love with the Benjamin’s Tearing up in my denim Send lil Brody to get him Hit that boy through the leather Left him bleeding he was screaming made him sound like falsetto She should be mad about her bank account She mad about how that boy get down Quit being mad over a nigga be for real They be talking nun to talk about Unless it’s bout that body count Girl got all this mileage, stop hiding, what’s the deal D’even care bout how they feel Do it all just for a mill And that shit blow me All these phonies Just some brokey’s That’s the spill He ain’t copping this a appeal I been popping like a pill They got twitter fingers I got trigger fingers tell them bitches to get in the field‼️

Can this beat be used for commercial purposes?

Gym entry song

This is the best version I found. 3700 Plays? That must be just my plays.

fruitful kicks

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Big RodneyJoe Big Goldie moving real slow Mr.Mane West Frank West Mr.RandyWest put the hood to the test we on a flight Evan if it last all night Joe Cooley was near and the real ogs appeared.

This reminds me of the transformers movie for some reason

I wanted this my ringtone for so long, Thankyou so much i found you

listen to the song kendrick lamar cooks drizzy drake up kendrick be like i hate the way that you walk the that you talk i hate the way that dress drizzy be like your short your short kendrick kendrick i can keep going farther i promise

Somebody should do something great with this

The last part is the best part of the beat that should of been the whole beat

The beat was primarily inspired by Rodney O & Joe Cooley's Everlasting Bass, which originally sampled/copied the bassline from Barry White's I'm Gonna Love You Just a Little More Baby.

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Takin' it off, takin' it off, takin' it (La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) Yeah (Yeah, yeah), Pluto (Yeah) Plutoski, yeah (Woo) [Verse 1: Future & The Weeknd] You don't look down on me, girl, when I'm cryin' You made me wanna live when I felt like dyin' (You made me wanna live) The way I converse back and forth with you is so inspirin' (Is so inspirin') I sit back and look at the curves on you, I can't deny it (I can't deny it, woo) I can't deny I look fly with you I can't deny I get high with you (I can't deny gettin' high) I can't deny I survive with you I even like your attitude I made a call up to Gucci for you I get to actin' unruly for you Call up the jeweler, go stupid for you Call up the jewеler, go stupid for you (Oh yeah) I'm feelin' bettеr, I knew it was you (Oh yeah) You tryna leave, catch an asthma attack Times that we spent, we gon' cherish that Change up the weather, I'm mad relaxed Went in the room, seen a star in the ceiling Sit on an island, we cool, we chillin' You got me thinkin' 'bout buyin' the buildin' Ain't no more worries, this our resort Tryna be modest, you makin' me stunt Baby don't smoke, but she roll my blunts You keep me charged, keep your word a bond Ain't no more problems, they overdone You gave me life when my heart was numb I need to sing you a song or somethin' (Sing you a song, la-la-la-la-la-la-la) Daylyt 'A PLATE OF COLLARED GREENS' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Chorus: Future & The Weeknd] Need you all to myself, need you all to myself (Need you) Need you all to myself, baby Need you all to myself (Yeah) Need you all to myself (I promise that I got your back) [Verse 2: The Weeknd & Future] The biggest show in Paris You singin' it the loudest You'll always be the baddest, babe I promise that I got your back You'll never be in danger Promise nothin' will happen These niggas always yappin', yeah I promise that I got your back Ooh, look at how we movin', baby (Movin', baby) They could never diss my brothers, baby (Future) When they got leaks in they operation I thank God that I never signed my life away And we never do the big talk (No, no, no, no, no) They shooters makin' TikToks Got us laughin' in the Lambo (Yeah) I promise that I got your back [Chorus: Future & The Weeknd] Need you all to myself Need you all to myself (Need you) Need you all to myself, baby Need you all to myself (Yeah) Need you all to myself (I promise that I got your back) Need you all to myself, need you all to myself (Lay down) Takin' it off, takin' it off, takin' it off Need you all to myself Need you all to myself (Yeah) Need you all to myself, yeah, yeah (I promise that I got your back) [Outro: Future & The Weeknd] Before I let you go, can I get a kiss good night, baby? Before I let you go, can I get a kiss good night, baby? Before I let you go, can I get a kiss good night, baby? (Oh) Before I let you go (I promise that I got your back) (I promise that I got your back) (I promise that I got your back) La-la-la-la-la-la-la Oh

My soul [Verse 1: Kanye West & Todd Rundgren] What if I start off the track, hum the beginnin' Fucked up the middle part and mumble the endin'? It just feels better in my humble opinion Much more n-words, but humble beginnings When I act like the n-word, somebody get injured That's why we stay in court and go to the pen' for it Before I forget, let me go get a pen for it Cancel culture, before I get censored All I really meant for is you to get mentorеd Before we gеt sentenced, before we get sent for Remember the sentence, remember repentance Only God can judge me, GDs and Vice Lords Over in Danville, Stateville, Taylorville, Menard Jacksonville, Pontiac, Pinckneyville We mass targeted, mass marketed Mass incarceration, mass in police stations Mass incorporated, fuck Adidas (My soul) [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign & Todd Rundgren] Won't be gettin' sleep tonight and I'm cryin' as I write this Prayin' for my brother locked up, fightin' fires My heart goes out to all the daughters missin' God and fathers Never seen they loved ones 'cause they're prisoners fightin' fires (My soul) Oh, and I might be biased, but I feel God standin' by us And the prisoners fightin' fires, oh, yeah (My soul) And I might be biased, but my soul needs you, Lord Oh, God, please come take control (Take control of my soul) [Interlude: Big TC] Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah I know, I know Ah-ah, oh, no, no, no, no, no [Verse 3: Big TC] The struggle is real, gotta face it My freedom so close, I can taste it Make money, got bills, so I chase it But stay on my Deen, 'cause without it, I'm faithless They promise they with you, they lies They just want what you got and they try All alone with nobody beside Sit there and cry, just wishin' you'd die Know this life is a test, tryna pass it With my face on the ground in the Masjid You got questions, then you better ask 'em 'Cause time wait for no one, it comes and it passes Under pressure, attack on me daily Love my mama, she tried, couldn't save me Gave me tools to survive through this crazy Fear nothing but God, and be good to your lady Wait on tears and no one understands It's predestined and God got a plan One thing I know, he made me a man He gave me two legs on the ground on to stand To my wifey, baby, you so fine Proud to say to the world, yeah, you mine You stood by me through all the hard times You pushed the line, you pushed the line I, I can feel your light up on me Keep shinin' your light up on me Shine your light, just shine up on me I can feel your light, oh

ngl i popped off on the beat

Beat goes hard. I love how Kendrick said let's get it bro. Like alright i'm ready for the smoke.

is u like that?😂❤

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1:29 is the best part