They ain't let me in this bitch in a lil' minute, and I'm bootin' up They done let me in this bitch with all my niggas, and I'm tooled up These niggas got me fucked up "YoungBoy, they got you fucked up?" These niggas never touched us Bitch, you know I'll get you busted up They like, "This that, this that", please get off my dick now You know that I don't give no fuck, get mad and get yo' bitch gone I'm like, "Big stacks, big stacks", It's lil' YoungBoy, and I'm rich now All those gunners trail me 'round, while I'm ridin' through the town Say, Lil' daddy, calm down, 'fore I whoop you like my son, bitch Ridin' 'round on that dumb shit, hundred round drums in these sticks I'm tooted up, I'm booted up, I'm out my body in this bitch Stuntin' for that ho, you'll make a nigga leave yo' body in front that bitch Clean I'm Fendi down, nothing but gang pendants 'round Soon as I touch the city, they know it's murder in town Yeah, I don't fuck around, bitch, I say, "Bump it down" Draw down with them dirty sticks and go to dumpin' 'round this bitch I cannot stop buckin', bitch, I'm chewed up, drugs inside my body I'm leanin' hard off that R, they a think I'm on the Roxy They know lil' brotha ready for to spin, call 'em kamikaze (spin) Suicidal slime, if you don't stop 'em, know that he gon' pop ya Quando 'bout that jump out gang (yeah) Make these niggas hold up Nothin' but green flags around this bitch These pussy niggas froze up (gang) They only zipped one of us up Left five his brothers with they toes up Pussy nigga with all that rapping, and he know what up Play with me, it's going down, nigga My mama say, "It's thug life in that Nawf" That's where I'm found, nigga My young nigga caught up in that drug life, he distributin' them pounds, nigga Hold on, bow, yeah, let me do my dance for all these hoes Hold on, bow, nigga, money fannin', then I touch my toes They ain't let me in this bitch in a lil' minute, and I'm bootin' up They done let me in this bitch with all my niggas, and I'm tooled up These niggas got me fucked up "YoungBoy, they got you fucked up?" These niggas never touched us Bitch, you know I'll get you busted up They like, "This that, this that", please get off my dick now You know that I don't give no fuck, get mad and get yo' bitch gone I'm like, "Big stacks, big stacks", It's lil' YoungBoy, and I'm rich now All those gunners trail me 'round, while I'm ridin' through the town Man, tell that KZbinr or streamer whatever he is "Stop playing wit' me, bitch" You niggas ain't layin' like that, know them gunners layin' wit' me, bitch I ain't got no Instagram, no social media, I wasn't talkin' to your bitch Old ugly ass bitch, you disgusting, man, y'all niggas make me sick Oh, now I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm on five sticks, yeah Leanin' bad, it's lose or win, I'm divin' in yo' shit, yeah This that slime shit, play dumb, lose yo' mind quick Them who all them rappers hate Nigga, know that's my clique (that's murder gang) They ain't let me in this bitch in a lil' minute, and I'm bootin' up They done let me in this bitch with all my niggas, and I'm tooled up These niggas got me fucked up "YoungBoy, they got you fucked up?" These niggas never touched us Bitch, you know I'll get you busted up They like, "This that, this that", please get off my dick now You know that I don't give no fuck, get mad and get yo' bitch gone I'm like, "Big stacks, big stacks", It's lil' YoungBoy, and I'm rich now All those gunners trail me 'round, while I'm ridin' through the town Chippewa 38, Plank Road We gon' leave 'em stretched, if you ain't know Pussy nigga know how we get down

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It’s 2024 and the just leaked the survivor video😭🔥🔥🔥

free for profit if I credit?

i made a hit to dis 5years later nooooo yap

I’m trynna buy this beat, I got lyrics ready and everything

Bitch ass nigga, don't talk to the man (mm, mm, mm-mm) Fuck them, haha, yeah, what? Bitch ass nigga, say what you doin' (mm, mm, mm-mm) What, you wanna do somethin'? Tryna to put some shit to bed now (bed) Whip up, hop out with Glocks And we be aiming at your head, huh (head now) Bitch, y'all wan' do something? Lil Top like to see red, huh You wan' fuck around with the don dada? (bah) We gon' red dot 'em, we gon' bedrock 'em (yeah, yeah) I'ma heart stop 'em (yeah, fah) With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor I got one chopper for his nine partners When I finish, whole city heard about it Ridin' four deep, ridin' where they be In the back seat with a dirty chopper (skrrt) Screamin', "fuck the law, we gon' kill about it" Fuck the music, nigga, know we drill about it I'll use it, nigga, know this .40 on me I'm a real Blood, get rid of homie Kill that bitch, make the critics pay him homage Make them killers drive when he say he want it In his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him Oh, you chose somewhere scared now Tell us 'bout where all that lead found He was rollin' right, left him dead, huh Lil Top, I'm too ahead now Inside my scope your head found Demon shit, illiterate Sip dope that's not prescribed from out of Styrofoams YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades We get your head blown (bro, hold on) Reaper shit, this Draco on me Bitch, I'm the cook, just work this trap phone Back bad, confirm shit (yeah), I can get his back blown (yeah, yeah) .45 (yeah), this Herm shit (yeah) Plus you know my bag strong (yeah, yeah) You slime enough to fuck a nigga You slime to bring a bag home (bitch) I told you not to trust these niggas Bitch, you know you dead wrong On that lean, you would think I popped a bean I don't turn down (nah) Killin' scene, blood on my Soldier Ree's Somethin' got burnt down (nah) Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines I'm like "Who playin now?" I'm flexin' Lay the whole clan down (yeah) "How you want him?" Leave him with his pants down (yeah) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business) Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (witness) Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (meet us wit' it) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business) Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (kill a witness) Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (drive it) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it") Brrt, brrt We gon' leave the phones (Load up, she'll take us, we be scopin' out the scene) Bah, bah, Jiggaboo stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (headshot was me) (We'll fuckin' spin again and see who got good aim) Bro, creep down, sweep up Should've had some cleats, thug Pussy bitch, can't run from us We gon' chase you down, we gon' put you up YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top, bitch, I'm a big thug (big thug) You in here, then tonight You just might die if you ain't here with us (ain't here with us) (My mama know I'm a demon, I don't give a fuck)

Come back bra we miss you man

I been walking thru the trenches wonder where it's gon get me I been in my feelings Lotta niggas wanna get me All these bitkhez on my dick all they do is envy Pull up da krib let them shots off feel pain Thuggin sense a jhit let em know dat dis my city Yung nigaa up in the trenches where this shit gon get me Ion wana get locked up man that shit uh kill me Thuggin since a jhit let em know dat dis my city Hop outa the whip all black masked up we gon get em Ion gaf been strugglin thru the rain

im dropping a track called dear momma on dec 30 using this beat and it will be apart of my album

who else jus freestylin to themself rn

Xxotic is the name been this way since the fame mess wit put 3 in yo brain then yo chain

Bless your soul for releasing this instrumental

You came a long way I’m proud of you 🎉💯

Verse 1] What, you wanna do somethin'? Tryna put some shit to bed now Whip out, hop out with Glocks And we be aiming at your head, huh Bitch, y'all wan' do something? Lil Top like to see red, huh You wan' fuck 'round with the don dada We gon' red dot him, we gon' bedrock him I'ma heart-stop him With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor I got one chopper for his nine partners When I finish, whole city heard about 'em Ridin' four deep 'round where they be In the back seat with a dirty chopper Screamin' fuck the law, we gon' kill about it Fuck the music, nigga, know we drill about it I'll use it, nigga, know this 40 on me I'm a real Blood, get rid of homie Kill that bitch, make the critics pay him homage Make them killers drive when he say he want it At his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him Oh, you chose somewhere scared now Talibans all where that lead found He was wrong, why he left him dead, huh Lil Top, I'm too ahead now Inside my scope your head found Demon shit, illiterate Sip dope that's not prescribed from out of styrofoams YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades, we get your head blown Reaper shit, this Draco on me Bitch, I could cook, just work this trap phone Blackberry, confirm shit, I can get his back blown Four-five, this Herm shit, but you know my bag strong You slime enough to fuck a nigga, you slime to bring a bag home I told you not to trust these niggas, bitch, you know you dead wrong On that lean, you would think I popped a bean, I don't turn down Killin' scene, blood on my Soldier Rees, somethin' got burnt down Switched RPs and the Ks turned to machines, I'm like, "Who playin' now?" (I'm flexin') Lay the whole clan down (How you want it?) Leave him with his pants down [Chorus] Murder business, hold on, murder business Chopsticks, kill a witness Down bitch, drive while we spinnin' Let her work the phone, tell 'em meet us with it Murder business, hold on, murder business Chopsticks, kill a witness Down bitch, drive while we spinnin' Let her work the phone, tell 'em meet us with it Brrt, brrt [Verse 2] (Shawty sayin' call back 'cause she found where they stayin') We gon' leave the phones (Load up, she'll take us, we'll be scopin' out the scene) Bah, bah, Jiggaboo, stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (We'll fuckin' spin again and see who got good aim) Bro, creep down, sweep up Should've had some cleats, thug Pussy bitch can't run from us We gon' chase you down, we gon' put you up YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top, bitch, I'm a big thug You in here, then tonight you just might die if you ain't here with us [Outro] Man, my mama know I'm a demon, I don't give a fuck

masterpiece

I can hear ybs Lyrics lmao

I made a whole song about 4 yrs ago. I need to buy this beat from you.

So much soul in this beat

India 🇮🇳 hard af

The first 10 seconds are beautiful

This beat is perfect

e plictiseala rau hai sa fumamm niste jaja la fel ca vara ce daca ii iarna e sezonu de netflix si fifa

U run up den i bust yo ass tryna take my lil stash my money came up out streets grab scale get bag hustle hard everyday getting to this cash

Drop Nba young boy - won’t step on me instrumental

I can still hear YB humming 😂

Most creative producer I ever heard

Hit man beats go crazy

POP SMOKE X JAY GUWAPO hoped on this

🐐🐐🐐

0:44 and 1:31 best parts and its just a fact

YEAAA🔥🔥🔥

🔥

minor2go got the best guitar loops and loops all round

The hardest hitting Kick/808 combo I've ever heard fr🔥 so clean

Baby wya we need new beats🥺

The piano gives me chills

Hey man. Would it be possible to have the FX you use to launch the Beat. And congratulations for your placement! Thanks

How do I buy this beat ?

Could have sworn you made a kingdom hearts beat sacred moon remix, I would love to see that uploaded again to bump 🔥

Tennis chain a hunned n 10 thousand

BACK BAD, CONFIRM SHI, I CAN GET HIS BACK BLOWN!!!!!!

I had to the Sven b4 the changing up on me and I know the goal I ain’t even barely show the wrote can’t even drip of the page I know the hammers in my ways and in so different bout the cage this ain’t copetiing I been hitting this not shake shit off the cage I can’t see in off the block I don’t go trijes to where I start I know hitting in if the goal is bout to blow this off a wrote and I know the goal and I know the wort but I can’t break show you it and I know I’m not lick but it been left over in the city to meet my name I didn’t even know this not my ways but I done blew b4 this bang I’m and I know I left a stain but I ain’t b out her to blow not no shake shit off the wrote and I know my dentures hold but I can’t see what I’m on but I call off a phone off the play hats my rentals and the 4 they’ll split up for up to be talking bout my gift this ain’t 4 say they pretender but I don’t bricked you off the road and I know this not the goal

I had to the Sven b4 the changing up on me and I know the goal I ain’t even barely show the wrote can’t even drip of the page I know the hammers in my ways and in so different bout the cage this ain’t copetiing I been hitting this not shake shit off the cage I can’t see in off the block I don’t go trijes to where I start I know hitting in if the goal is bout to blow this off a wrote and I know the goal and I know the wort but I can’t break show you it and I know I’m not lick but it been left over in the city to meet my name I didn’t even know this not my ways but I done blew b4 this bang I’m and I know I left a stain but I ain’t b out her to blow not no shake shit off the wrote and I know my dentures hold but I can’t see what I’m on but I call off a phone off the play hats my rentals and the 4 they’ll split up for up to be talking bout my gift this ain’t 4 say they pretender but I don’t bricked you off the road and I know this not the goal

This was my favorite song off the tape, the instrumental has soul.

Try and sell it to him..

Bitch ass nigga, don't talk to the man (mm, mm, mm-mm) Fuck them, haha, yeah, what? Bitch ass nigga, say what you doin' (mm, mm, mm-mm) What, you wanna do somethin'? Tryna to put some shit to bed now (bed) Whip up, hop out with Glocks And we be aiming at your head, huh (head now) Bitch, y'all wan' do something? Lil Top like to see red, huh You wan' fuck around with the don dada? (bah) We gon' red dot 'em, we gon' bedrock 'em (yeah, yeah) I'ma heart stop 'em (yeah, fah) With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor I got one chopper for his nine partners When I finish, whole city heard about it Ridin' four deep, ridin' where they be In the back seat with a dirty chopper (skrrt) Screamin', "fuck the law, we gon' kill about it" Fuck the music, nigga, know we drill about it I'll use it, nigga, know this .40 on me I'm a real Blood, get rid of homie Kill that bitch, make the critics pay him homage Make them killers drive when he say he want it In his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him Oh, you chose somewhere scared now Tell us 'bout where all that lead found He was rollin' right, left him dead, huh Lil Top, I'm too ahead now Inside my scope your head found Demon shit, illiterate Sip dope that's not prescribed from out of Styrofoams YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades We get your head blown (bro, hold on) Reaper shit, this Draco on me Bitch, I'm the cook, just work this trap phone Back bad, confirm shit (yeah), I can get his back blown (yeah, yeah) .45 (yeah), this Herm shit (yeah) Plus you know my bag strong (yeah, yeah) You slime enough to fuck a nigga You slime to bring a bag home (bitch) I told you not to trust these niggas Bitch, you know you dead wrong On that lean, you would think I popped a bean I don't turn down (nah) Killin' scene, blood on my Soldier Ree's Somethin' got burnt down (nah) Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines I'm like "Who playin now?" I'm flexin' Lay the whole clan down (yeah) "How you want him?" Leave him with his pants down (yeah) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business) Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (witness) Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (meet us wit' it) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business) Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (kill a witness) Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (drive it) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it") Brrt, brrt We gon' leave the phones (Load up, she'll take us, we be scopin' out the scene) Bah, bah, Jiggaboo stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (headshot was me) (We'll fuckin' spin again and see who got good aim) Bro, creep down, sweep up Should've had some cleats, thug Pussy bitch, can't run from us We gon' chase you down, we gon' put you up YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top, bitch, I'm a big thug (big thug) You in here, then tonight You just might die if you ain't here with us (ain't here with us) (My mama know I'm a demon, I don't give a fuck)

Where them beats at