DREAMVILLE - COSTA RICA (INSTRUMENTAL)

[@talltayls21]

Every once in a while, maybe once a year or so, we just get that one instrumental that turns out to be a MOTHERFUCKING MAAASTERPIECE, but only AFTER the fact is it recognized as such. Meaning, at the time of releasing this, the creators probably wouldnt know how TRUELY fuckin masterful this instrumental is. They are usually fairly simple when it happens, not too complex. The next creators to chase making the “banger” will fail to do such, and the next one we hear will be from a project that wasnt even chasing that level of noteriety, and just so happen to create it, kinda by mistake, or stumbling upon it. What a fucking banger, in every sense of the word. Best beat ive heard in a very, very long time

[@suburbaninhabitor]

Dam

[@trappindirty2498]

Shoutout Pyrex whippa

[@mariquitoduppy]

I FLEW TO COSTA RICA WITH AN AP AT THE AIRPORT THIS GIRL ASKED ME “HEY ARE YOU SWAE LEE?”

[@slowedtracks5951]

ap

[@Enzzzie]

GORL

[@reekunkli4377]

GORL

[@pastel9874]

wow

[@constanceflorence8772]

Wow

[@jaydensaw2947]

This beattttttt omfggggggg 👍👍👍👌👌👌👌

[@boardmanwun]

AYYYY GOIN ON A DATE WITH AK OKAAYYY GOIN ON A DATE WITH A AK

[@Tatsumaki_Uchiha]

That's the most lit part. I be turnt 😂🤘🏾

[@muhammadibrahimsiddiqui2472]

Fuckin hell, this beat bops

[@asherw8089]

'Baby, had a buss down on the AP'

[@lonnellmccoy6658]

I Got Too Much Skills I Flow Like The Water Surprise I Did Not Grow Gills And I Am Your Father Like You Was Luke Skywalker And I Concur And Let It Burn Like Usher’s Perm”Ski Mask The Slump God Went Nuts💪🏿💪🏿💯

[@hitclipsshorts]

1:50 best part

[@okerekechidi1541]

This beat got me vibing , nodding and happy

[@trappworkz]

best beat ever 💯💯

[@astraldeityzamasu5822]

imagine tory lanez litty again vs joyner on this shit, fits perfeftly

[@djstaysfocused1043]

Got me mean muggin my nigga in my local Supermarket. Old folk asked if I'm alright lol 🤣

[@daahorse1652]

[Intro] Pyrex whipper Pyrex [Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE] I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God &Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica

[@Raddkann]

I got fans in costa rica

[@JoeTuman]

Big fans

[@braedantaylor5124]

Big bands 2

[@jemini2708]

U gone crazy wit dis one

[@ocularblessed]

it's a close one dawg, love it

[@amosxght3337]

Now this would be decent if u didn’t loop the hihats

[@hadencrawford7451]

He forgot the rolls in on beat one

[@J12124]

He looped the hole thing

[@nezzofr]

ITS A CHECK!

[@term3092]

Is that a harp ? I fuckin love it

[@zush7419]

[Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)

[@zush7419]

That's the best fkn part

[@marcodigirolamo3270]

Ma lei no Ma lei no Ma lei no Fattele tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Van bene tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Non pensavo tu potessi farmi questo Dimmi come dovrei comportarmi con te adesso Io di buona famiglia, tu dal ghetto Ma ci siam fatti luce a vicenda quand'era pesto Mi dicevi avrei spaccato con la musica Ma io ho una mente pùdica Abbassavo lo sguardo e sorridevo E ora che hai guardato la mia unica Mi accorgo che non eri sincero come credevo Ti dicevo ridendo che amavo il fatto che eri pazzo Ma che avresti dovuto abbandonare la piazza e lo spaccio E mangiavo tu da me io da te Ti ringrazio per i tuoi Senza soldi mi hanno fatto sempre spazio Andavo io al liceo e tu al professionale Ma non ci siam fatti pesare Le differenze di ceto sociale E ora piango nella stanza e fa male Le persone più vicine a volte han lingue come lame E no, io non ci credo no A quel che dicono Mi farebbe più male E ho capito e so Chi sei davvero mo E pure i muri boh Ora sembrano ascoltare Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Fattele tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Da piccoli dicevi che ero il tuo amico del cuore Ora penso che ogni amico è un possibile traditore Provo a distrarmi e penso sempre a quello Vedere che la baciano le labbra che mi chiamavan fratello Ti ricordi ti ho coperto in un arresto Ma mai mi son permesso a chiedere qualcosa in cambio per questo Ora se mi incontri non mi guardi manco, cambi aria In fondo è risaputo ingratitudine è amica d'infamia Non lo nascondo, sai ci soffro Guardare la realtà in faccia a volte è un secchio d'acqua gelata E non la ami nemmeno, è solo qualche scopata Ma un vero signore non reagisce con occhio per occhio Non ti colpisco ma nemmeno ti perdono Sarebbe giusto ma non sarebbe l'uomo che sono E c'è qualcuno tra di noi che ti giustifica Tienitelo stretto attento, perché ti imita E no, io non ci credo no A quel che dicono Mi farebbe più male E ho capito e so Chi sei davvero mo E pure i muri boh Ora sembrano ascoltare Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Fattele tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no Tutte ma lei no

[@gonfreeces2446]

I love it so much😇😇😇😇😁😁😁

[@unclekizaru4147]

[Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE] I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: J.I.D] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi or jumpin' Jehoshaphat Them hoes who got a fat ass, [?] but they call they momma back I don't know if that's a fact, but it don't matter Anyone seen the bad ones, bad gas, bad cat last night? Flew to Costa Rica with a AP In the airport, this girl asked me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” [Verse 6: Smokepurpp] Knockin' on his door just like a domino Baby, I'm a murderer, blow the water in the coupe [?] said, "I'm diamond," the baguette, I'm like a tooth Diamonds in my mouth, don't really talk loose Girls who really with me fly with me Learjet 5s, take a flight out to see ya And they in the bathroom of the jet gettin' busy Playin' with these niggas like woah [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica

[@prodjecca]

I need that hi hat 🔥🔥🔥

[@beatsbytaj663]

pyrex whippa is a genius

[@BonelessBizza]

Literally there's only like 3 people in costa rica that know this song

[@MarcoCarmonaT]

I mean, the song doesn’t really have anything to say about Costa Rica apart from the rapper from the chorus saying that he got fans from Costa Rica. I can see why isn’t popular here, as a Costa Rican myself.

[@Man_Jr._Studios]

This makes me wanna rap/sing in Spanish over this

[@icenavarro5535]

Demons within me i came from the dark Now im a dog barkin in from the start Highschool diploma i aint even smart but my shit get creative, call me tony stark Aint no workin if you dont put the heart You say that you love it but you dont work hard My shit is so accurate I hit all my 20s and 50s like i could play darts No this aint rappin, i call this shit art Im never lackin im doing my part Keep this shit going i might hit the charts If i dont then i gotta go back from the start Was in a bad place, felt like i was PG Now i feel good, make moves like monopoly Promised my mama that there aint no stoppin me Already feel like i am a young prodigy

[@THEKOMBATOFFICE]

Anyone wanna link up with me and make a hit on this lol

[@Delrondae]

Houston Made Alex check out mine

[@nbabackcourtmedia]

Houston Made Alex yessir

[@THEKOMBATOFFICE]

Delrondae fire should’ve had me on too tho 🤷🏻‍♀️

[@thirdcoastdee]

send me an open verse: [e-mail]

[@VertigoVibez]

I gotchu

[@ItzZemBoiz]

Let me hear some freestyle

[@ninetysix1358]

This beat is Not Nice 🔥🔥🔥

[@allen9213]

[Intro: 21 Savage & Offset] (Pyrex Whippa) (Pyrex) [Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE] I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams) Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya) Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt) Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey) Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts) No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah) Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica

[@MORPH-tl2jx]

Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check)

[@ivan.s9700]

I wish some body made a live remake on logic or fl

[@moondog1998]

J'ai fumé l'herbe, les poumons goudronnés j'celebre Ils ont de la poudre au nez pas la vérité au bout des lèvres Les fenêtres ouvertes, 2 feuilles collées, c'est pour mes alcoolo Pour décoller, on aime la verte comme les écolos Je m'adapte à toutes les occases J'suis flex, mon esprit est ex-ten-sible J'ai pas le temps avec tes conneries in-fan-tile Reste assis, moi j'suis d'sortis avec mon in-fan-terie Donc reste tran-qui-lle Jpasse mon temps a roder, Si faudrait tisser notre vie, Faudrait qu'j'apprene a broder Pour l'instant j'mamuse a kicker, Jme le feu Sans briquet, Bb bouge ton corps, faut que ta vie soit rythmée

[@moondog1998]

@@xplitbeats4244 t'inquiètes, en tout cas lourde l'instru 💪, si tu veux écouter mon texte pour voir comment ça donne sur la prod : kzbin.info/www/bejne/fWeVi6d9dtZ6d8k

[@j.m.2198]

Damn whats the name of the sample track that shit spicy

[@ganlan8359]

Whosampled.com

[@vodecif4yxx]

i dont think its sampled. its made with a vst guitar

[@NOSbeats]

Yes its not sampled from a song. The sample was made by CuBeatz

[@andreanapoli4175]

I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica

[@andreanapoli4175]

XPLIT BEATS u never know who wants to tryda sing these cold flows

[@JoeTuman]

ok goin on a date wit an AK...OK GOIN ON A DATE WIT AN AK

[@randomdude817]

[Intro: 21 Savage & Offset] (Pyrex Whippa) (Pyrex) [Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE] I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams) Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya) Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt) Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey) Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts) No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah) Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica

[@flackocook]

got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpi

[@rakeshpalegara4243]

I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (big facts) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah) I Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel Lebron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), and I'm rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah) I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (hunnid) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (yeah) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket (ooh) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (do do) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?" Wow (it's a check)

[@강민서-z9o]

I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams) Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya) Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt) Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey) Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts) No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah) Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica

[@ivyprada5298]

got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Bas (Guapdad 4000):] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Guapdad 4000:] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Jace:] Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Mez:] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga [Guapdad 4000:] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't norich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Smokepurpp:] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [J.I.D (Guapdad 4000):] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Guapdad 4000:] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Buddy (Ski Mask the Slump God):] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Ski Mask the Slump God (Guapdad 4000):] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Guapdad 4000:] Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica

[@KsTimepieces]

Pyrex whipper Pyrex I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica I got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye A Jedi be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?" Wow (It's a check) Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one It really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash She goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica

[@wokstarkarti]

Pyrex Whippa the goat

[@soulsmanifesto]

You got a download link?

[@vibewithdom4697]

I got too much skills I flow like the water,so surprised i did not grow gills And i am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And i conquer and let it burn lile Usher's perm and kill confirmed

[@AzariahLafontant]

Baby had to bust down on you lately

[@zixent9808]

when you sample

[@rahamian4620]

Yoo! Would I get copyrighted if I used this song in a video?

[@rahamian4620]

XPLIT BEATS I got you 🙏🏾

[@KEY-co4fg]

ZONE 6 NIGGA PYREX WHIPPA

[@frenchjones5510]

AKs, ARs, Wire Jaws, Say Ours political desire, walk thru fire-spray power preys devour-pray on cowards-obey and shower brawl with asses, snake in grasses-jabbin like Cassuis bottled by madness, attacking in massives, striking with mallets spazing with greatness-instill hatred-call me favorite two faced hatas cant face it, verbally shooting penetration with iron im sacred-match unsanctioned-lets worship with Satan niggas are blatant-Sarah Palin-will never make it fight with greatness-sing ya reservations-cause Hell's where u staying displaying illumination-that they portraying-horse playing hands up wild-dial police-while he layed out on Canal Street tongue out, arms detached, legs tangle heart ripped-spine dislocated-head broken harm and alarmed-by danger's enjoyment show praises-Hallelujah-anointment practicing superstition-witch craft-Christianity unravel doors-and free the insanity surrounded by love of the family is it nightmare or fantasy nsane da venom-killing'em with synonyms-grip the metaphors (metal for) guerrilla warfare, scream let the metal pours the inevitable-with incredible force-trust the heckler sure stretching that Tekken-be sure to make that head spin head in-head heat-mankind dead again

[@arandomnigga8115]

Is there a beat similar to this?

[@Rellikkk1]

I have one send me an email here: [e-mail] ill send to u

[@RM-th9ur]

What's the BPM?

[@prodfendy]

Bpm?

[@25EightPodcast]

Great job making this Follow me @ghazikatib I'll be posting when I drop this song I'll give you productive credits. And it's all for non profit

[@suburbaninhabitor]

is it free?

[@suburbaninhabitor]

im making a minecraft parody of it, if its not free ill take it down

[@nosalloyd1914]

Where can I find “don’t hit me right now” instrumentals? Lol

[@marsh2726]

on youtube lol

[@utrippin7486]

who produced the original?

[@anthonywaters424]

Cubeats n pyrex

[@aussae]

0.75 speed

[@abdullahmadi8913]

Brass is horrible

[@randomdude817]

[Intro: 21 Savage & Offset] (Pyrex Whippa) (Pyrex) [Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE] I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams) Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya) Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt) Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey) Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts) No, I don't relax and I don't lack [Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000] Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 3: Jace] I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know [Verse 4: Mez & Guapdad 4000] Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 5: Smokepurpp] I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah) Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit [Verse 6: JID & Guapdad 4000] Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?” Wow (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica [Verse 7: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God] Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say [Verse 8: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000] I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) [Chorus: Guapdad 4000] Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica

[@sagealexander7601]

I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hella fina Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with L's, nigga Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica I got balled up hundreds in my pocket Diamonds on me water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?" Wow (It's a check) Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Suffering succotash She think it's all put the cap in, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) Baby, had to bustdown on the AP, yeah Baby, and I'm rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica

[@384evonkey]

I got big dreams so my watch got a big face Girls get messy like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (big facts) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts No, I don't relax and I don't lack Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah) I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel Lebron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not a arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah) I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (hunnid) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (yeah) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket (ooh) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (do do) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doing drugs in the mosh pit Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?" Wow (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah) Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (ay) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (bitch) I ain't got shit else to say I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (yup) Ay, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ay (it's a check) Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans) I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)