Yeah I got a flight when I leave So I gotta keep this shit sweet I'm baby inside but the keys a W V got him weak in his knees A mannequin but with the melanin Rocking Gucci with the [?] And I'm still a [?] element, gold on the medal But still hit up 87th for seven ways with lemon pepper You don't want no smoke with me I got niggas who blow for me And I'm so persistent I had bitches thinking that somebody had wrote for me I still whip up the pork and beans I'm bagging this shit up like the grocery If my niggas wet up your tee, you gonna feel that pain No, I keep it close to me (yeah) This that lethal for that LA Leakers If I catch you sneakin' Imma get 'em [?] Came with that Adderall for the sleepers And my boy got that Molly for all the geekers Keep an eye on me like Mishka Choppa run a nigga out his sneakers Buy my bread, white, wheat, pita Ain't big dog you a teacup I just got that bag secured Count it up with my manicure I might hit up your nigga and run Betta make sure your man insured Hit your party with some bad bitches and the Hennessy and the drugs Niggas muggin' so I got up on them like we were some fan of yours (yeah) I ain't ask for this shit, I was chosen And your boy on his knee, call him [?] Yeah my pockets are preggers, they showin' Thinking you got a spot, bitch I'm [?] Bitches dissin' the gang we dont know them Give me head if you can't fit a Trojan High end but I grew up on the low end I'm [?] phone I don't know these bitches Ain't no bad influence Finesse and I had to do it My dog, we like shag and scooby Just might let your daddy chew it How you get here for no money Well say bitch, put your bag into it (aye) I live my life on the run, like this an action movie (yeah) Pull up on you in the drop in LA When I'm shop pull the minx out Money all a bitch think 'bout Finna turn the condo to a beach house 2018 and I'm going back and forth with a bitch with a stiff leave out Ain't [?] with the beat bout Free dem boys and let that nigga Meek out (yeah)
ser cantante nunca lo soñé tiré un freestyle y me enamoré en mi nunca perdí la fe siempre tengo un plan b le tiramos las carta al juez fumo dentro del Porsche con un un pana con el que empecé
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like (We got London on the track!) These days, I don't even know what a pad is these days, ya know Fuck that hoe 'cause she a nat nat You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got shit I need, bitch You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed bitch Maybe I'm out your league, bitch You ain't even got no cheese, bitch Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus piece? If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see That you ain't gon ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You said that you gon' ride for me Baby, that's blasphemy, yeah Baby, you're bad for me, yeah Say you gon' clap for me, yeah Say you gon' blast for me, yeah Why you ain't show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah I was goin' through tragedy Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah I'ma just switch my flow up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no throw up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no check up, yeah Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah I'm eatin' on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah I'm eatin' on you niggas, can't catch up, ayy Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy Even when I'm fucking, I'm masked up, ayy You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got shit I need, bitch You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed bitch Maybe I'm out your league, bitch You ain't even got no cheese, bitch Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus piece? If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see (what) That you ain't gon ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me And you say that you gon' ride with me [XXXTENTACION:] I ain't gon' do the nigga shit 'cause I'm too good for features, huh I ain't gon' fuck the nigga bitch 'cause I know she a eater, ayy Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn't believe it, huh Ayy lil' shawty, pop my whoadie Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding Said I knocked her period on Remember when I had that poker, huh Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy) [Kodak Black:] You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got shit I need, bitch You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch Maybe I'm out your league, bitch You ain't even got no cheese, bitch Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch [Kodak Black:] I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus piece? If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see (fuck) That you ain't gon ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You say that you gon' ride for me, ayy I'm in London, got my beat from London
ye, everything be like, off the top these days like These days, I don't even know what a pad is these days, you know? F- that hoe 'cause she a nat nat You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got sh- I need You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed Maybe I'm out your league You ain't even got no cheese Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like, "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus plead? If you wanna leave just leave But you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see That you ain't gon' ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You said that you gon' ride for me Baby that's blasphemy, yeah Baby you're bad for me, yeah Say you gon' clap for me, yeah Say you gon' blast for me, yeah Why you ain't show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah I was goin' through tragedy I needed you drastically, yeah I'ma just switch my flow up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no throw up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no check up, yeah Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah I'm eatin' on you n-, no ketchup, yeah I'm eatin' on you n-, can't catch up, ayy Hit her face down with her - up, ayy Even when I'm f-ing, I'm masked up, ayy You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got sh- I need You want me to take my time with you Well, maybe I'm not your speed Maybe I'm out your league You ain't even got no cheese Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like, "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus plead? If you wanna leave just leave But you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see (what?) That you ain't gon' ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me And you say that you gon' ride for me I ain't gon' do the n- sh- 'cause I'm too good for features, huh I ain't gon' f- your n- b- 'cause I know she a eater, huh Last time I wifed a b-, told the world I beat her, huh When they locked Lil Kodak up, my n-, I couldn't believe it, huh Ayy lil' shorty, pop my whoady Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh Hit her from the back, damn that bi- bleeding Said I knocked her period on Remember when I had that poker, huh Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh Forcing with a n-, no Yoda That mean a young n- got what on me? You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got sh- I need (yo) You want me to take my time with you Well, maybe I'm not your speed (yo) Maybe I'm out your league You ain't even got no cheese Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like, "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus plead? If you wanna leave just leave But you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see That you ain't gon' ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You say that you gon' ride for me, ayy I'm in London, got my beat from London
Let me roll in piece just in case they want beef I’ll leave them hanging no reef I stay clean even without a white t man this is rough like a pair of jeans always flipping O like Krispy Kreme check the new whip blowing steam
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like These days like, these days I don't even know what a pad is these days, you know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck that hoe 'cause she a nat nat You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got shit I need, bitch You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch Maybe I'm out your league, bitch You ain't even got no cheese, bitch Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus piece If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see That you ain't gon' ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You said that you gon' ride for me Baby, that's blasphemy, yeah Baby, you're bad for me, yeah Say you gon' clap for me, yeah Say you gon' blast for me, yeah Why you ain't show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah I was goin' through tragedy Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah I'ma just switch my flow up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no throw up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no check up, yeah Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah I'm eatin' on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah I'm eatin' on you niggas, can't catch up, ayy Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy Even when I'm fucking, I'm masked up, ayy You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got shit I need, bitch You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch Maybe I'm out your league, bitch You ain't even got no cheese, bitch Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus piece If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see (what) That you ain't gon ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me And you said that you gon' ride with me I ain't gon' do the nigga shit 'cause I'm too good for features, huh I ain't gon' fuck the nigga bitch 'cause I know she a eater, huh Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh When they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga, I couldn't believe it, huh Ayy lil' shawty, pop my whoadie Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding Said I knocked her period on Remember when I had that poker, huh Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda That mean a young nigga got what on me? You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got shit I need, bitch You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch Maybe I'm out your league, bitch You ain't even got no cheese, bitch Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus piece If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see (fuck) That you ain't gon' ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You said that you gon' ride for me, ayy I'm in London, got my beat from London
It’s just weird bc we’re so used to the one with x and Kodak on the beat lol but it’s spot on after all London is the dude who made the beat this is the real instrumental
jv tprendre comme dans gta, gros c la cité on fait d dégats, bellek a t gars, dans lbinks jsuis mécra, meme pas ltemps d'guédra jsuis trop dans la tegra, toi tu tla gratte dans la ville sous kecra dans la caisse jsuis khapta et j'écoute du kekra mes frerots ne font pas trop dans l'a peu près
Intro: Chillinit & Wombat] Yeah wombat brother Chill chill, brother I’m chill Yeah, Wombats back better know Quick 16 each, maybe 32 We don’t give a fuck brah bars on bars [Verse 1: Chillinit] My grandpops caught a one way flight Straight out of Beirut Now your grandson live a one way life Prolly making your bae root I got MDMA In a plastic draw And plastic caps I wrap in elastic balls You wanna be a hero, fantastic four It’s my party, top of the rope like Jeff Hardy (Woo) Get hyped on the mic recording I’m a lyrical thriller with time, it's armageddon gorillas So come and get it, I get it coz’ my life is boring I don't play with the bull like Michael Jordan Said, free throw with the weed smoke let the screen block like Lebron James Rolling jays out in golden state, let the weed rock while the bongs blaze (Ahh) Coz’ I’m balkan like pasta Been a Rasta that pass set the Ganga Was packin’ it packin’ it packin’ it up in the back of the bus I still Ben like Barber Ay ay, 420 family Ay ay, 420 family Ay ay 420 family Ay ay 420 family Dust you off like I need to sweep ya’ Puff the pot coz’ I need the reefer The word play stay too strong like I’m on the test Get respect like Queen Latifa One call and the team defeat ya’ Chillinit been killin it, I beat the beat up And I stay with an ounce in a crowded house I rock bands wrapped up like eggs in Easter Been the preacher, Nike; tick the sneaker Still got a list full of misdemeanours I hit the reefer like Wiz Khalifa With bad little bitch saying "Pleased to meet ya" They wanna take half shots when I laugh that off Coz’ I'm stuck in work mode, fuck ya beef brah All these kids wanna rap like us Tell them Wombat's back on a bus to teach ya [Chorus: Chillinit & Wombat] Like, Wombat's back better know Back back back back back better know Yo Chill, cuz pack me a cone Nah cuz rap with the flow, get back in your zone Wombat's back better know Wombat's back back back back back better know Yo Chill, cuz pack me a cone Nah cuz rap with the flow, get back in your zone [Verse 2: Wombat] Wombats back with the flow Pack me a cone, smashed off a rack up my nose Hacking the coke stash and the packets are dope Back with a match, cranking the gas, it'll blow Now I’m travelling up back up the coast Battling, know I was trapped and the shackles are broke And my habits are gross [?] coz these rappers are actors alone Man I hate the scene, coz my flows are sicker than the Mozart Picking, I could paint a scheme We stay blazing green, you wanna smoke up? When I spit, you choke up, hitting on the Asian weed You’re not a blazer, you’re a whack cunt Wombat and Chill coming back on the spaz 1 Spitting wicked, unsigned Living in a rut, thinking "Fuck life" Stick em in the cut like a blunt knife If I rest, I'm wrecking the mic [?] Yeah, 'cause I live for the words Different to hurt, this [?] to my circle Lifting this curse like a biblical verse I was thinking the worst, get a spliff of the herbal Shit I burn but as if I'm concerned Cause I finish a verse, never trip on a hurdle Bitch I'm determined, this isn't rehearsals Wigging on Bourbon, not sipping the purple [Chorus: Wombat & Chillinit] Wombat's smashed, better know Nah all good Wombat, lemme pack you a cone Nah actually, no, let me come back with a rack up my nose And I spazz with a flow Wombat's smashed, better know Nah all good Wombat, lemme pack you a cone Nah actually, no, let me come back with a rack up my nose And I spazz with a flow
bah ouais lauiss on est chaud gars fuck tous les jours c’est mon lubie jsuis poumon de platine disque de rubis stephen curry poulet curry je suis gaga éloigné du taga woh tout pour l’écurie c’est tout pour mes puristes et jprefere l’épuré jkiff pas les mythos gars raffiné sans t shirt raffut dans la chop et le toba ils m’ont taillé des pipes jleur ai taille des costards j’suis sur une île avec mon jus de goyave tous les jours j’taff j’ai pas l’temps de faire du yoga
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Finally, the true instrumental.
LJ right. the remake one that has 10 mill views missed the most simplest parts like not lowering the end note on the Chorus
@@kronillix2735 yeah ikr
Kronillix facts
frr
Squidward went hard on his clarinet
Got damn London
2021 this is still in its own league
2021 baby
You ain't wrong bro
2023
Facts !!
Ya
Finally the right clarinet keys in the hook
London the most underrated producer ever
1 Richiey london vs metro boomin
Cubeatz made the sample
YoungBoy is
@@dp-ns9gi name of sample
@@bakarysangare9394 on gid
This is literally the official instrumental. Thanks for this.
Thought I found the best one a minute ago, I was wrong...... 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
The '10 M views' one?
That's cuz London made the actual instrumental. This that actual instrumental. Kodak and X used this
@@jtj761 Yeah I know, that's what I meant. Was referring to the remakes bro
@@dkwhereuat oh ok man. I get you bro
That cubeatz sample.... 🔥🔥🔥
from which kit?
@@itscosmoport oo good question
@@saltyseadog4719 turned out it was only made for london :/
@@itscosmoport oh aight I thought so
But they cubeatz have kits
R.I.P XXXTENTACION miss u bro
not the place for this shit
Ripper The Indoraptor yea because he was featured in this song
@@ripper2665 how
Yea this shit is SUSIDEDY
Got in trouble for listening to this in 5th grade while doing imagine math. Miss those days even tho it wasn’t that long ago
@Zeegonewild why
@@uptsouljahh cuz
czcams.com/video/Jn5GMnINA4g/video.html
What yall think of this?
Damn for listening to the actual song? or just the instrumental?
TOP 5 PRODUCERS: [2010+]
1. Mike WiLL Made-IT
2. London On Da Track
3. Metro Boomin
4. Murda Beatz
5. Sonny Digital
DJ Premier ????
Replace murder beats and put zaytoven
Turbo is getting up there
Ronny??
RONNY J?
"We got London on da track"
"If Yung Metro don't trust you, I'm gon shoot you"
LONDON!!! ABSOLUTE LEGEND!!!!!!!
JordanSierraBeats ww
This shit is too fye
God bless xxxtentatcion I feel you bro just like my grandma pass away I felt like that man praised the lord of you XXXtentatcion
Love this beat much love for uploading ❤️❤️
fire. always fire. Londons my fav producer for the last 5 years at least.
We got London on the trAcK
This was posted on X birthday
Am I the only one who finds this instrumental scary?
we will miss u a lot X :(
Everyone talks about London, but cubeatz are the true legends...
Bruh oml. Do you know how many times I have listened to this?🤳🏼😧
WE GOT LONDON ON DA TRACK 💯🔥
Thanks great beat
im vibing with this masterpiece
A GIRL JUST RAPPED THIS TO ME ON THE BUS AND IT WAS FIRE, HER VERSION WENT HAAAAAARDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Lyrics:
Woo!
We got London on da track! (On da track) (On da track) ( On da track)
may jehova bless all besides me amen in jesus christ amen
That fluit sound amazing music
finally.
My bro xxxtenation I your Rap music is awesome RIP I hope you do good
I see you fam!!!
From 0:27 it sounds like somethin I’d hear in GTA
wath type of gta
Hood Gone Love It mixed with Swimming Pools lol
Gang kodak
Peace maker
That beat drop was ilegal
This beat just reminds me of the movie on the water front for some reason
That drop hits different when there's no lyrics
🔥🔥🔥🔥
The original had 14 million vues, we wont forget
@stayhigh killed this
🔥🔥
THIS BEAT
Thsi is the song we use for my dance class
Halftime!
2:04 x’s part
amazing
Miami Florida
Did y’all know Travis actually hoped on the remix it just never got released
We need more beats bro
🤘
loko!
Dms
In 2x speed it sounds good after the intro
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
🏁🏁🏁
✌️
0:27
CANT WAIT TO DROP MY REMIX
@TyBeTroLLing your remix good tho
3 years ago
I'm in London, got my beat from London
rare as fuck
IM IN LONDON GOT MY BEAT FROM LONDON!
damn i was the view number 69.420 no cap lmaooo
ok
Yeah
I got a flight when I leave
So I gotta keep this shit sweet
I'm baby inside but the keys a W
V got him weak in his knees
A mannequin but with the melanin
Rocking Gucci with the [?]
And I'm still a [?] element, gold on the medal
But still hit up 87th for seven ways with lemon pepper
You don't want no smoke with me
I got niggas who blow for me
And I'm so persistent I had bitches thinking that somebody had wrote for me
I still whip up the pork and beans
I'm bagging this shit up like the grocery
If my niggas wet up your tee, you gonna feel that pain
No, I keep it close to me (yeah)
This that lethal for that LA Leakers
If I catch you sneakin' Imma get 'em [?]
Came with that Adderall for the sleepers
And my boy got that Molly for all the geekers
Keep an eye on me like Mishka
Choppa run a nigga out his sneakers
Buy my bread, white, wheat, pita
Ain't big dog you a teacup
I just got that bag secured
Count it up with my manicure
I might hit up your nigga and run
Betta make sure your man insured
Hit your party with some bad bitches and the Hennessy and the drugs
Niggas muggin' so I got up on them like we were some fan of yours (yeah)
I ain't ask for this shit, I was chosen
And your boy on his knee, call him [?]
Yeah my pockets are preggers, they showin'
Thinking you got a spot, bitch I'm [?]
Bitches dissin' the gang we dont know them
Give me head if you can't fit a Trojan
High end but I grew up on the low end
I'm [?] phone I don't know these bitches
Ain't no bad influence
Finesse and I had to do it
My dog, we like shag and scooby
Just might let your daddy chew it
How you get here for no money
Well say bitch, put your bag into it (aye)
I live my life on the run, like this an action movie (yeah)
Pull up on you in the drop in LA
When I'm shop pull the minx out
Money all a bitch think 'bout
Finna turn the condo to a beach house
2018 and I'm going back and forth with a bitch with a stiff leave out
Ain't [?] with the beat bout
Free dem boys and let that nigga Meek out (yeah)
Can i use this for a montage? i will put you in the desc.
oklm, pour l’instant jpasse sous les radars
P’tit maillot du barca
Im in london got my beat from london 🐍
i’m in london got my beat from london
Anyone knows the sample they made this beat from? It reminds me of those old timey cartoons when they started incorporating sound with the animation.
Cubeatz and nils made this sample
@@mikoks6604 ooh
@@mikoks6604 how u know
it reminds me most of soul eater
0:42⚡️
🔥
ser cantante nunca lo soñé tiré un freestyle y me enamoré en mi nunca perdí la fe siempre tengo un plan b le tiramos las carta al juez fumo dentro del Porsche con un un pana con el que empecé
btw (ufo361 - stay high) with tha same beat. greetings from germany
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
(We got London on the track!)
These days, I don't even know what a pad is these days, ya know
Fuck that hoe 'cause she a nat nat
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed bitch
Maybe I'm out your league, bitch
You ain't even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain't gon ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon' ride for me
Baby, that's blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you're bad for me, yeah
Say you gon' clap for me, yeah
Say you gon' blast for me, yeah
Why you ain't show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin' through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I'ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I'm sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I'm sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I'm eatin' on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I'm eatin' on you niggas, can't catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I'm fucking, I'm masked up, ayy
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed bitch
Maybe I'm out your league, bitch
You ain't even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain't gon ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon' ride with me
[XXXTENTACION:]
I ain't gon' do the nigga shit 'cause I'm too good for features, huh
I ain't gon' fuck the nigga bitch 'cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn't believe it, huh
Ayy lil' shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)
[Kodak Black:]
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch
Maybe I'm out your league, bitch
You ain't even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch
[Kodak Black:]
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (fuck)
That you ain't gon ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you gon' ride for me, ayy
I'm in London, got my beat from London
Melvin timtim brought me here!
0:26 hard
1:23
2022 anyone? ;)
Sounds like a beat Central Cee would use today 😂
Lol idk bo
ye, everything be like, off the top these days like
These days, I don't even know what a pad is these days, you know?
F- that hoe 'cause she a nat nat
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got sh- I need
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed
Maybe I'm out your league
You ain't even got no cheese
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like, "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus plead?
If you wanna leave just leave
But you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon' ride for me
Baby that's blasphemy, yeah
Baby you're bad for me, yeah
Say you gon' clap for me, yeah
Say you gon' blast for me, yeah
Why you ain't show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin' through tragedy
I needed you drastically, yeah
I'ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I'm sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I'm sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I'm eatin' on you n-, no ketchup, yeah
I'm eatin' on you n-, can't catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her - up, ayy
Even when I'm f-ing, I'm masked up, ayy
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got sh- I need
You want me to take my time with you
Well, maybe I'm not your speed
Maybe I'm out your league
You ain't even got no cheese
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like, "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus plead?
If you wanna leave just leave
But you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what?)
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon' ride for me
I ain't gon' do the n- sh- 'cause I'm too good for features, huh
I ain't gon' f- your n- b- 'cause I know she a eater, huh
Last time I wifed a b-, told the world I beat her, huh
When they locked Lil Kodak up, my n-, I couldn't believe it, huh
Ayy lil' shorty, pop my whoady
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bi- bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a n-, no Yoda
That mean a young n- got what on me?
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got sh- I need (yo)
You want me to take my time with you
Well, maybe I'm not your speed (yo)
Maybe I'm out your league
You ain't even got no cheese
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like, "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus plead?
If you wanna leave just leave
But you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you gon' ride for me, ayy
I'm in London, got my beat from London
What’s with all the baby references in rap? (Lmao like lil baby, da baby - babysitter, project baby two, etc.)
👺
Flip it off the scale like a double bale can’t be stopped dumpin bail out my mf double barrel can’t see me better learn some brail
Let me roll in piece just in case they want beef I’ll leave them hanging no reef I stay clean even without a white t man this is rough like a pair of jeans always flipping O like Krispy Kreme check the new whip blowing steam
Can this be used?
2:00
is this beat free?
i can use in my song ?
did you?
Produced by London & Cubeatz !!
LensLoelsberg they got London On Da Track
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
These days like, these days I don't even know what a pad is these days, you know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck that hoe 'cause she a nat nat
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch
Maybe I'm out your league, bitch
You ain't even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon' ride for me
Baby, that's blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you're bad for me, yeah
Say you gon' clap for me, yeah
Say you gon' blast for me, yeah
Why you ain't show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin' through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I'ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I'm sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I'm sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I'm eatin' on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I'm eatin' on you niggas, can't catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I'm fucking, I'm masked up, ayy
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch
Maybe I'm out your league, bitch
You ain't even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain't gon ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
And you said that you gon' ride with me
I ain't gon' do the nigga shit 'cause I'm too good for features, huh
I ain't gon' fuck the nigga bitch 'cause I know she a eater, huh
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
When they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga, I couldn't believe it, huh
Ayy lil' shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda
That mean a young nigga got what on me?
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch
Maybe I'm out your league, bitch
You ain't even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (fuck)
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon' ride for me, ayy
I'm in London, got my beat from London
I could see 21 being on this shit
Nope l0l
@@anthonymcbride855 lol nah no 21 a 2010 goat not saying hes Kendrick ofc
what's the sound used on this song?
Nelly Morand literally no one but London on the track knows, I think it’s his custom sound, cuz nothing even sounds close to it!
Nelly Morand Or it’s a sample from an old song, whichever!
Maybe it’s a cubeatz sample I think
@@IDK-wb6is it is a cubeatz sample🔥
luigi's mansion 3
Aye my glocky my bestfriend
Bad ass bitches they know
Yung G-MO run this shit
So u better focus
I'm on Some boss player shit wow
Wow
Wow
Wow
Wow
this sorta lacks bass or something, idk what but something seems off
It’s just weird bc we’re so used to the one with x and Kodak on the beat lol but it’s spot on after all London is the dude who made the beat this is the real instrumental
jv tprendre comme dans gta,
gros c la cité on fait d dégats,
bellek a t gars,
dans lbinks jsuis mécra,
meme pas ltemps d'guédra
jsuis trop dans la tegra,
toi tu tla gratte dans la ville sous kecra
dans la caisse jsuis khapta et j'écoute du kekra
mes frerots ne font pas trop dans l'a peu près
Young draco made a better remake
Intro: Chillinit & Wombat]
Yeah wombat brother
Chill chill, brother I’m chill
Yeah, Wombats back better know
Quick 16 each, maybe 32
We don’t give a fuck brah bars on bars
[Verse 1: Chillinit]
My grandpops caught a one way flight
Straight out of Beirut
Now your grandson live a one way life
Prolly making your bae root
I got MDMA In a plastic draw
And plastic caps I wrap in elastic balls
You wanna be a hero, fantastic four
It’s my party, top of the rope like Jeff Hardy (Woo)
Get hyped on the mic recording
I’m a lyrical thriller with time, it's armageddon gorillas
So come and get it, I get it coz’ my life is boring
I don't play with the bull like Michael Jordan
Said, free throw with the weed smoke let the screen block like Lebron James
Rolling jays out in golden state, let the weed rock while the bongs blaze (Ahh)
Coz’ I’m balkan like pasta
Been a Rasta that pass set the Ganga
Was packin’ it packin’ it packin’ it up in the back of the bus
I still Ben like Barber
Ay ay, 420 family
Ay ay, 420 family
Ay ay 420 family
Ay ay 420 family
Dust you off like I need to sweep ya’
Puff the pot coz’ I need the reefer
The word play stay too strong like I’m on the test
Get respect like Queen Latifa
One call and the team defeat ya’
Chillinit been killin it, I beat the beat up
And I stay with an ounce in a crowded house
I rock bands wrapped up like eggs in Easter
Been the preacher, Nike; tick the sneaker
Still got a list full of misdemeanours
I hit the reefer like Wiz Khalifa
With bad little bitch saying "Pleased to meet ya"
They wanna take half shots when I laugh that off
Coz’ I'm stuck in work mode, fuck ya beef brah
All these kids wanna rap like us
Tell them Wombat's back on a bus to teach ya
[Chorus: Chillinit & Wombat]
Like, Wombat's back better know
Back back back back back better know
Yo Chill, cuz pack me a cone
Nah cuz rap with the flow, get back in your zone
Wombat's back better know
Wombat's back back back back back better know
Yo Chill, cuz pack me a cone
Nah cuz rap with the flow, get back in your zone
[Verse 2: Wombat]
Wombats back with the flow
Pack me a cone, smashed off a rack up my nose
Hacking the coke stash and the packets are dope
Back with a match, cranking the gas, it'll blow
Now I’m travelling up back up the coast
Battling, know I was trapped and the shackles are broke
And my habits are gross
[?] coz these rappers are actors alone
Man I hate the scene, coz my flows are sicker than the Mozart
Picking, I could paint a scheme
We stay blazing green, you wanna smoke up?
When I spit, you choke up, hitting on the Asian weed
You’re not a blazer, you’re a whack cunt
Wombat and Chill coming back on the spaz 1
Spitting wicked, unsigned
Living in a rut, thinking "Fuck life"
Stick em in the cut like a blunt knife
If I rest, I'm wrecking the mic
[?]
Yeah, 'cause I live for the words
Different to hurt, this [?] to my circle
Lifting this curse like a biblical verse
I was thinking the worst, get a spliff of the herbal
Shit I burn but as if I'm concerned
Cause I finish a verse, never trip on a hurdle
Bitch I'm determined, this isn't rehearsals
Wigging on Bourbon, not sipping the purple
[Chorus: Wombat & Chillinit]
Wombat's smashed, better know
Nah all good Wombat, lemme pack you a cone
Nah actually, no, let me come back with a rack up my nose
And I spazz with a flow
Wombat's smashed, better know
Nah all good Wombat, lemme pack you a cone
Nah actually, no, let me come back with a rack up my nose
And I spazz with a flow
bah ouais lauiss on est chaud gars
fuck tous les jours c’est mon lubie
jsuis poumon de platine disque de rubis
stephen curry poulet curry
je suis gaga
éloigné du taga
woh tout pour l’écurie
c’est tout pour mes puristes
et jprefere l’épuré
jkiff pas les mythos gars
raffiné sans t shirt
raffut dans la chop
et le toba
ils m’ont taillé des pipes
jleur ai taille des costards
j’suis sur une île avec mon jus de goyave
tous les jours j’taff j’ai pas l’temps de faire du yoga
why the real instrumental have so low views? while the shitty fake ones.. got millis...
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