These judges ain't givin’ a fuck about us, they just washin' us up I'm in the penthouse with the dirty money, tryna’ wash it up Back at granny house we were servin' junkies, tryna run it up It was a lot of niggas that was eating 'round us They was watching' us starve We servin' lean and bars, tryna bust down a new Audemar I'm seein' blue and red lights everytime I'm whippin’ all the cars You get 20 years fed time, for the 6 months you ballin’ hard Everytime I stop at red lights I be clutching the carbon hard I was knocking down doors and doors And my niggas surfin' from car to car Tryna go get that new car tomorrow Tripped in this life, how I fall so hard I’m tryna to hop in the Wraith, lookin' from star to star The streets, I been scarred so hard Goin' to war for war, tryna be larger than large yeah yeah
@JRelly4 жыл бұрын
Please please please R.O.D instrumental
@mattbarth32053 жыл бұрын
i have the actual studio R.O.D instrumental if u still want it
@xewatgectan51094 жыл бұрын
Hello, I would like to use the beat. Can you send it to me as a wave file? Thanks a lot :)
@slam68024 жыл бұрын
Use a video converter to download the video and convert to .wav
@jaylaurent7034 жыл бұрын
Free?
@crookramsey78264 жыл бұрын
Yes
@kaykay123334 жыл бұрын
Can you do Might Not Give Up?
@xyyfn0004 жыл бұрын
THANKS SO MUCH
@swole_al4 жыл бұрын
do cinderella story and stain please
@parsazehtabian4 жыл бұрын
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took that Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers (yeah) Run up them numbers OKC, you don't want no thunder The old Tracy McGrady, the one OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah Christian the sweater Okay, Christian Dior the sweater The double R came with the umbrella When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans Got some little homies, got some prodigies And I spent five hundred on Prada tees Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat I make some calls, you can't cop the fleet Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took that Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers Fuck it, I ran up the numbers Piped up like a plumber And sold all the bundles (sold all the bundles) I paid off the debt to your honor And went got some commas and commas and commas (racks) You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner (you was a runner) I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin' to tell 'em whatever (yeah) I still be killin' in projects, even though I been runnin' them numbers up They used to tell me I'm not next, I'm like look at me now, I'm in front of them And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular And I don't know how I'ma trust again, I swear Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah I wanna speed off in the car, yeah (speed off in a car, yeah) I got a cup full of Hi-Tech Have a pool party with the posse (pool party with the posse) We be the talk of the topic These fuck niggas don't where the drop at (uh) They won't want us ridin' in the drophead And he mad that my bitch got a Masi' You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took the Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers
@hotdog11752 жыл бұрын
aint no 1 readin tht
@isaakpuente80834 жыл бұрын
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
@larenscott96854 жыл бұрын
Is this free? Also how can I download?
@BrightHesse Жыл бұрын
Just put your phone inside water. It’ll just download.
@Hallucenating4 жыл бұрын
Blood on my denims please
@dragontamer75064 жыл бұрын
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away [Roddy Ricch:] I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took that Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah) [A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:] Run up them numbers OKC, you don't want no thunder The old Tracy McGrady, the one OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah Christian the sweater Okay, Christian Dior the sweater The double R came with the umbrella When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah [Roddy Ricch:] Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans Got some little homies, got some prodigies And I spent five hundred on Prada tees Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat I make some calls, you can't cop the fleet Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets [A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:] You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away [Roddy Ricch:] I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took that Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers [Gunna {A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie}:] Fuck it, I ran up the numbers Piped up like a plumber And sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles) I paid off the debt to your honor And went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks) You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner (You was a runner) I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin' to tell 'em whatever (Yeah) {I still be killin' in projects, even though I been runnin' them numbers up They used to tell me I'm not next, I'm like look at me now, I'm in front of them And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular And I don't know how I'ma trust again, I swear} Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah I wanna speed off in the car, yeah (Speed off in a car, yeah) I got a cup full of Hi-Tech Have a pool party with the posse (Pool party with the posse) We be the talk of the topic These fuck niggas don't where the drop at (Uh) They won't want us ridin' in the drophead And he mad that my bitch got a Masi' [A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:] You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away [Roddy Ricch:] I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took the Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers
@nicolasfranciscorodriguezf5474 жыл бұрын
paw patrol full episodes
@kayjay-topic95544 жыл бұрын
new ok i can rap
@kayjay-topic95544 жыл бұрын
i got my bans up in the bag going so fast i just went fast i just past you got a fan i got all of my bans who are you with a new who are you with those shose aye look at you got out of school were is my brother i went super better ok just like a new face go BACK THIS WAY JUST BLUE FACE OHH WHO NAME GOT ME A NEW TRAIN SEND ME THIS VIDEO
@littleshrimpd4 жыл бұрын
Hooowwwwwwllll.....fuckin warewolf is annoying and a part of the guitar chords are missing. But decent