(FREE) UK Drill Type Beat "Chest" (Prod.STTheColdest)

[@CleanerBeats]

808s maaaaad 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[@PANDXRA_BEATZ]

amazing work 🔥

[@STTheColdest]

appreciate it bro 👊

[@CleanerBeats]

Fire gang 🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊

[@STTheColdest]

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[@josephhill5610]

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[@STTheColdest]

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[@ArtemusPariah]

Rambo, in the thick of financial transactions, exhibits relentless action, No amateur, the trap service operates with unwavering dedication, sans distraction. Interacting with calculated sophistication, mental evasion is the norm, In confrontations, convictions marred by unapologetic violence, no room for reform. Navigating the treacherous waters of the underworld with ruthless precision, Familiar ally, the trap service, functions as a well-oiled machine, devoid of indecision. (Chorus) The shark, armed to the teeth, sharp in battle stance, Bullets flying, their impact detrimental, leaving flesh to chance. Entering shark week, dodgy paging no seeker, Big Changes, minor adjustments, not a hyper. (Verse 2) Trips meticulously planned, leaving behind trails of wounds and crashed cars, Shooting stars and scars that tell stories, with each one leaving its own scars. Belts securely fastened, weaponry chosen with meticulous selection, Defending our turf till the very end, a testament to our unwavering dedication. Navigating the murky waters of the streets, with eyes wide open and senses keen, No room for error, no margin for weakness, as we operate within the shadows unseen. (Chorus) The shark, armed with teeth as sharp as blades, ready to strike, Bullets flying, flesh corroding, as we enter the fray, ready to hike. No spaces for dodgy paging or soggy diapers, Big Changes, minor adjustments, not a hyper. (Verse 3) Business managed with the precision of a seasoned surgeon, Shh handled under the cover of darkness, each move made with precision. Eyes wide awake, tip-toeing through the darkness, a stealthy reoccurrence, Every exchange, every transaction, a calculated dance with death, a risky occurrence. Scheming, plotting, falling prey to the devil's cunning, In the dead of night, we move with purpose, each step carefully planned, each action cunning. (Chorus) The shark, armed to the teeth, ready to strike at a moment's notice, Bullets flying, streets corroding, as we enter the fray, ready to notice. No spaces for dodgy paging or wet diapers, Big Bro ensnared, minor adjustments, not a hyper. (Outro) A lady with an alluring back, an iCarly amidst the chaos, Antisocial in our youth, but now well-known, trapping with ruthless prowess. Our occupation disclosed, selling to unseen fiends, Running down rejects, flipping packs in the trap's serene.

[@AigriBeats]

Keep the good work up, sub as well

[@STTheColdest]

Appreciate it bro 👊