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Need someone to mix this with Wild Wild West 😂😂😂

that s hard

[Intro] Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse 1] Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Party at the party playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 2] You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 3] Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar [Bridge] Mm Mm-mm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way [Outro] Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

0:23 I like this part

This is gonna be my ringtone

Mero sathi gay ho ye bro kati palta mero bata sekyo Chiraidiye chakk ma sathi mero dead bha Keta hos ya keti hos dulo bhanyo duloi ho Glovk clock clock maile halde Glock glock glock maile khawde Boli tharo tara mero kura pakka Keti haru sick tara prince kafley ho chakka

This beat is insane!!!

Dallas Austin somewhere crying LOL😂😂

🔥🔥🔥🔥

Money power respect is what you need in life

Probably a minor🗣️

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, hoe) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter, and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mm-mm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a- Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe) Say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

perfeito

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, hoe) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter, and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mm-mm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a- Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe) Say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

ima super gremlin on these pills i just keep swimming i ain’t making nothing different all these hoes out here just be tricking i got codeine what im codeine my lil brodie he a menace you don’t know me you don’t got it. you controlling like we spinning ring around the roses i’m dizzy all the time i keep me a glizzy you pick me just like any i got many im not timmy turner on these niggas like we wishing i got a flow im still forbidden we skipping nigga i get it i’m far from you that’s why i don’t like to bother you

I needed the beat alone it so hard

Where is the sample came from?

aye my diss on my homie is getting released today at 4 when i’m done bro go listen

Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe Mohg, the wannabe god, you a weak foe Man down, call an amberlamps, you can’t breathe, bro Lost in your delusions, wallow in your ego What's up with these wannabe lords, tryna rule Elden? The Tarnished see through you, fuck your blood omen How many souls you really got? Man, you ain’t special You a cheap knockoff, unworthy vessel Beat your ass and burn your palace, ain't no god watchin' Sometimes you gotta show these fools, who really bosses Certified blood king? More like certified loser Walk him down, whole time I know you just a poser Pole on him, thirst for power, blood-soaked clown Say, Mohg, you think you own this throne? Better not ever leave your palace zone To any fiend that follows him and they enthrone Just make sure you hide your damn blood from him They tell me Miquella's the only one you sought And you cursed him in his cocoon, thinking you’ve won a lot But your schemes are twisted, why you hide? Lover of blood? More like lover of lies Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Tarnished, fuck him up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably dire They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Lands Between gon' let you reign, bro? I think that Mohgwyn Palace gon' be your last show Did Miquella foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is your power? Blood magic and false endings, go The Tarnished are not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey Mohg, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? M-R stands for mess And you Elden's most haunted Ain't no lord, boy, you blood boy, fetch a blade or somethin' Since the age of grace, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get slain, be flipped over your coffins What Mohgwyn for? The "Mad Omen Who Lost"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got cursed all up in Palace Might write this for the docket, tell the blood lord, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on his own ambitions, that’s connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad Tarnished came through, y'all didn't deserve them neither From Limgrave down to Nokron, nigga better not speak on grace And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator moves in shame That name gotta be registered and placed on watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Elden, ayy Put the wrong title on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Blade Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many runes do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, you a blood-drunk god, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of runes, ayy The Palace is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, you thought you were divine But homie still doubled down, callin' you a swine Lands Between was the realm, buildin' thrones in the grime Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The cursed ones were usin' bloodshed to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to the Tarnished when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real lord challenge You called blood when you didn’t see the light (ayy, what?) Miquella helped you get your ego up (what?) But the Tarnished gave you false lord cred Thorns made you feel like you a god in your head (ayy, what?) Your blood says you can be from the dark side (what?) But the grace says you good, but it lied You run to the blood when you need a few power-ups No, you not a king, you a fuckin' colonizer The throne matters, and the truth of the matter It was grace’s plan to show y’all the liar Mm Mm-mm He a fraud, he a fraud, he a fraud (mm) He a fraud, he a fraud, he a- Freaky-ass nigga, you a blood-soaked fraud Freaky-ass nigga, you a blood-soaked fraud Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, you a blood-soaked fraud Freaky-ass nigga, you a blood-soaked fraud Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "Mohg-hoe" (Mohg-hoe) Say, "Mohg-hoe" (Mohg-hoe) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

Anyone know what instrumental this is originally from ?

Why Gordon Freeman dissing Drake?

We the best in the business, call us kirmadas Bandi teri witness, as her about us seat ni mili toh baithi hunare lap pe Hai usse connected, han hum hee uska router Puch usse kon karke gaya uska haal Banaya uska woofer humne kari vo bang, bolo Kir Kir kir kir kirmada gang Kir Kir kir kir kirmada gang

Gg drake your cooked

Metro boomin got that fire son

Ahh my gawd i nvr noticed the piano in the background 😮

Kodak died for yo sins yo

🔥🔥🔥

say sketch, i heard you like em hung 🍆

thye not like nas

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want Hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'Za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mhm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

OverviewLyricsVideosAnalysis Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want Hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'Za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mhm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

Aš tau pasakysiu, kad tavo burnoj ne abrikosas, o labai didelis bybosas Pareina taves link iš manęs pamokslas Prisibazarinai biški, žinau, kad tu man viska tuoj įrodysi Dabar biški tave trollinsim Nes, nes, nes Luzeris esi Tu veipo neturi Bybi nučiulpti už jį gali Tačiau vistiek jo neperki Draugu tu neturi Zyzti tik tesugebi Vistiek Dievu tiki Mumis išnadoji dėl veipo (O kodėl gi) Kiekviena kart kai savo burna praveri Aš mastau, nahui tu su manim šneki Meldžiu, kad tu nebturėtum burnos Neturi tu mergos Zyzi amžiais ir visados Pasiimk tuos dešimt centu iš depozito taros Sulaužei lenta tu tvoros Sėdi amžių amžiais prie penktos Girtas viena diena pabūvai Bet jau galvoji, kad MVP gymei Atsimeni, kai pokeri žaidei Domui visas savo šaibas prapisai Gal dėl to suplyšusiais drabužiais tu buvai Biški ne per anksti pražilai Mažiau valgyk, nes žiauriai nutukai Dabar Simai, manau, kad tu mums visiems jauti pavyda Žinai ką, tu ne koks baryga Tavo visi skysčiai man primena surūgusi kefyra Domai, tu mergos šuniukas Tavo labai keistas pimpaliukas Paliktas tu du kartus Po šių įvykiu tu praradai kiaušus Bet jau man atsibodot jūs Todėl Juozui, pasakysiu kas jam būs Jie du paliks tave duxu Prasileisi tu nuo dumu Nuobodu man kai ant taves stumiu Todėl šį dissa aš baigiu

Gotta fire my joint up on this bitch Young Metro, Metro, young Metro, three times Yeah Stickin' to the code, all these hoes for the streets I put it in her nose, it's gon' make her pussy leak Pussy niggas told, ain't gon' wake up out they sleep You can't hear that switch, but you can hear them niggas scream All my hoes do shrooms, nigga, all my hoes do coke 20-carat ring, I put my fingers down her throat (uh, uh, uh) If I lose a carat, she might choke (uh, uh, uh) I know she gon' swallow, she a G.O.A.T. (uh, uh, uh) Freeband nigga, bring the racks in Got the shooters in the corner like the pack in She think 'cause she exotic bitch, she attractive That's that shit'll get you put up out the section, brrt And the motto still the same Ball like I won a championship game You know these hoes hungry, they gon' fuck for a name I put her on the gang, she get fucked for a chain Got your girl in this bitch, she twirlin' on the dick (he was once a thug, he was, he -) (He was once a thug, he was, he -) I got syrup in this bitch, turn up in this bitch (he was once a thug, he was, he -) And it's 'bout the 'Ercs in this bitch, get murked in this bitch (he was once a thug, he was, he -) All these pointers on me baby, you know it's game time (he was once a thug, he was, he -) Bring a friend, bitch, we fucked 'em at the same time (he was once a thug, he was, he -) I'm a different nigga, no, we not the same kind (he was once a thug, he was, he -) You can have that lil' - 'cause she ain't mine (yeah) (he was once a thug from around the way) Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that) Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? (Yeah) Young throwed nigga, sellin' lows, is you like that? (Yeah) All 24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that) Niggas from the bottom really like that (if you like that) (he was once a thug, he was, he -) Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that) (he was once a thug, he was, he -) Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that) (he was once a thug, he was, he -) (He was once a thug from around the way) These niggas talkin' out of they necks Don't pull no coffin out of your mouth I'm way too paranoid for a threat Ayy-ayy, let's get it, bro D-O-T, the money, power, respect The last one is better Say, it's a lot of goofies with a check I mean, ah, I hope them sentiments symbolic Ah, my temperament bipolar, I choose violence Okay, let's get it up, it's time for him to prove that he's a problem Niggas clickin' up, but cannot be legit, no 40 water, tell 'em Ah, yeah, huh, yeah, get up with me (he was once a thug, he was, he -) Fuck sneak dissin', first person shooter (he was once a thug, he was, he -) I hope they came with three switches (he was once a thug, he was, he -) I crash out, like, "Fuck rap, " this Melle Mel if I had to (he was once a thug, he was, he -) Got two T's with me, I'm snatchin' chains and burnin' tattoos It's up, lost too many soldiers not to play it safe If he walk around with that stick, it ain't Andre 3K Think I won't drop the location? I still got PTSD Motherfuck the big three, nigga, it's just big me Nigga, bum, what? I'm really like that (he was once a thug, he was, he -) And your best work is a light pack (he was once a thug, he was, he -) Nigga, Prince outlive Mike Jack (he was once a thug, he was, he -) Nigga, bum, 'fore all your dogs gettin' buried (he was once a thug, he was, he -) That's a K with all these nines, he gon' see Pet Sematary (he was once a thug from around the way) Nigga, bum Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that, yeah, yeah) Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? (How?, yeah) Young throwed nigga, sellin' lows, is you like that? (Holy water, Holy water, yeah) All 24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that) Niggas from the bottom really like that (if you like that) (he was once a thug, he was, he -) Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that) (he was once a thug, he was, he -) Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that) (he was once a thug, he was, he -) (He was once a thug from around the way) Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? Young throwed nigga, sellin' lows, is you like that? All 24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that) Niggas from the bottom really like that (if you like that) (he was once a thug, he was, he -) Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that) (he was once a thug, he was, he -) Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that) (he was once a thug, he was, he -) (He was once a thug, he was, he -) Candy banging dope niggas was young, slangin' powder Walk in the strip club, make it rain for three hours Locked in and now I got my Phantom and my driver Perc'd out, took chances in my hood like Nevada Surfed out outside, white interior, lasagna Hundred thousands I just cashed out on designer Gotta devour, nigga, I learned that in the jungle Once I sell this low, that's a million in a week

what presets are these?

0:29

This is my remix czcams.com/video/r4tDW4ZRGpM/video.htmlsi=h237koXaX2sJfFlQ

I think the sample is Godzillas theme

🔥

Drop the base on the ground

Ima make a diss with this but isk what kind plus i sont even know if i could

There’s something about this music, so so so much addictive I couldn’t focus on lyrics 👌

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want Hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'Za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mhm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

SO GOOD

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Lol drake fans really dont know music 1:39 sounds exactly like ai. The whole track does anyway, but they're grasping for straws here atp 🤣

Shit bro this is actually fire

12345678 typa beat

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want Hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'Za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mhm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

Hope am welc here the video as just drop 😂

Oh shit! I can write dissing song by this beat