[FREE] DaBaby, Megan Thee Stallion, YK Osiris and Lil Mosey's 2019 XXL Cypher Instrumental

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[FREE] DaBaby, Megan Thee Stallion, YK Osiris and Lil Mosey's 2019 XXL Cypher Instrumental
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[@martijn9729]

How the fuck u remake this so good

[@OnyxBeats]

Thanks man I appreciate it 🖤🙏

[@gamingexe263]

@@OnyxBeats if u ever wanna check out my tracks, soundcloud.com/helixbeats ;)
Thanks for marking my comment :D

[@austinpantages395]

Lil Moseys freestyles way fire on instrumental 🔥

[@Eboy299]

“This a lame ass beat” everyone: 😐

[@miasuraki]

Stop lying

[@Swerve.3x]

Haha

[@axelhearts9286]

Are you serious?

[@christian3019]

Facts bru he woke up like the man

[@xavierwilson2134]

Mosey verse really do hit different on mute

[@xavierwilson2134]

@@nshkcam he did not steal the video he just edited it.

[@Yellowshirtmann]

@@xavierwilson2134 r/whoosh he meant the comment up above is from the original with a bunch of likes and took it from there.

[@Thomas-yk6hc]

@@Yellowshirtmann ew who says r/whoosh anymore

[@christian3019]

“Freshman of the year I woke up like the man”
- Lathan Moses Stanley Echols

[@thaboyfraser]

2:21
“Everybody know my name, ring a bell, ring a bell like the hallway.”

[@kap4prez267]

I’m da man 👨

[@LE_SUPER_RAPPEUR]

super instrumental

[@Deuce5x]

Listening to this beat how did mosey fucked that up

[@d_m1nhh]

Damn Mosey verse is so much better

[@xorlux]

goddamn , i feel like the man

[@OnyxBeats]

Who killed the Freestyle? Lil Mosey don’t count. 💀

[@sansoon1234t]

Onyx Beats Rico Nasty killed her shit

[@joeyomari4943]

Onyx Beats mosey killed his shit lmao

[@draykulasznbtch]

TomSam you mean Megan Thee Stallion

[@deandreallen1477]

Baby

[@saitamayourdad4608]

Onyx Beats can i use this beat ill give you credit

[@weed7012]

🔥🔥⛽️

[@gohst4086]

🔥

[@VZAofficial]

Where’s the download link? I promise I’ll give credit.

[@meshal4035]

I feel like yo the man

[@mattrnash39]

That 1.25x speed is why this shit is 🔥

[@KayM1021]

Play at 0.75x
That sh🔥t f🔥re

[@roronoazoro8626]

Try 1.25

[@deaddIoc]

[Verse 1: Lil Mosey & YK Osiris]
Goddamn, I feel like the man
Freshman of the year, I woke up like the man
Never poppin' Xans, 'cause they killin' me, damn
When you got the money, they be tryin' be your friend
Okay, this a lame ass beat
Walk up on your bitch, my dick eight feet deep
Why he talking out his lip? He know ain't shit sweet
Ayy, ayy, your block I'm gon' see
Ayy, ayy, bussdown, not regular face (What?)
Ayy, chasin' blues like DaBaby (What?)
Ayy, swervin 'round with Kate (What?)
Ayy, dropped out, no I didn't graduate man

[Interlude 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Real hot girl shit, aah

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Bitch, I'm with your man, tryna see what the hit for
Post a new pic for a bitch I'ma shit on
Big bag talk, make that little money get gone
I love cash, I be in the back, tryna get it on
I'm gettin' money, I ain't even mad atcha'
Rich bitch shit, I'm might throw a bag atcha'
Speakin' on my name only make it sound better
Your nigga in my DM, and he write love-letters
Say that booty looking softer than Hawaiian rolls
I be in the gym, I'm your girls' body-goals
Flexin' on the gram do it for the mad hoes
Everything I do they watchin' me like I'm on parole
Couple of these bitches niggas on my block list
Drop a screenshot if I wanna start shit
I ain't fucked your man, that ain't how I rock sis'
I just took him to the bank to make a deposit, aah

[Interlude 2: YK Osiris]
Mmm-mmm, yeah-yeah, mmm

[Verse 3: YK Osiris]
She see body, when she lookin' at a young nigga
I fuck her good, now she talk about a young nigga
And I don't understand these bitches, why they like me
I put it in, now she wanna act so feisty
Now she say she worth it, but she ain't worth it
I put them diamonds on my wrist, and now she want me
I swear you niggas always lookin' like y'all know me
I put them diamonds on my neck, and now they want it
And now she wanna get it right now
And I'ma let her go for right now
And when she talkin' 'bout she 'bout it, she ain't 'bout it
And when I'm 'bout it, she ain't 'bout it, mmm, 'bout it

[Verse 4: DaBaby]
Everybody know my name
Ringin' bell, ringin' bell like the hallway
I ain't gotta cap in no motherfucking rap
I whip out and air it out broad day
I got in with the stick, and I'm with that
Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat
I been tryna' be positive mama
They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama
Who you know put they motherfuckin' self on the map
And now they ain't on nobody shit
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket
The police they know I'm legit
The police they know I got sticks
They be worried about me, they know I'ma click
These niggas they know I'm a dawg, I ain't worried about him
I know he a bitch
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick
Nigga must have a fever or somethin'
Heard he was born up on Cleveland or somethin'
Let me give you a history lesson
We moved back to Charlotte, 1999
I ain't sayin that none of that matter
If somebody touch me, then somebody die
Why he talkin' so calm when he say that?
How you make him rewind and replay that?
Who you know get a fade once a week
And they try make it wave, fuck a motherfuckin' wave-cap
Everytime that the DJ play Suge
Niggas throw up they arm like a motherfuckin' racetrack
Everytime that my babygirl see me, she run
And say "Daddy", I love when she say that
Everytime I hit one of my moves, all the bitches go crazy
They like how I do that
I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first
I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this bitch
Fuck around, and walked down in a trenchcoat
They gon' have to put me with the greats
Wanna fuck with me, she gotta wait
Only yacht, would mean me and the kids
There's four of us, we're on the sea eatin' steak
I ain't goin' ooh-ooh on a bitch
I ain't goin out sad 'bout no hoe, I'm a pimp
He keep bumpin' his motherfuckin' gun
We gon put his ass up like a motherfuckin' blimp
Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes' that's gon' get him
Exposed, he a muhfuckin simp
You know he keep that thang on him baby
Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp
I on't care bout this motherfuckin' chain
But I still bust your motherfuckin' brain
Just got head on a motherfucking plane
Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth
And then fuckin' yo' hoe from the back
I knew hoe for a day, she won't ghost, she the swoup
And these niggas ain't livin like this, why he talkin' so gangsta?
Your boy, he a fluke
They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute
They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb
They know Baby was just in Miami
Now he in LA, nigga think he LeBron
They know Baby go baby on baby
But five years ago, niggas say he was John
I touch down at the front of the plane
And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton
While he drive me around, I be blowin' that pressure
I'm chillin' backseat with the iron

[@nick13213]

Verse 4: DaBaby]
Everybody know my name
Ringin' bell, ringin' bell like the hallway
I ain't gotta cap in no motherfucking rap
I whip out and air it out broad day
I got in with the stick, and I'm with that
Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat
I been tryna' be positive mama
They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama
Who you know put they motherfuckin' self on the map
And now they ain't on nobody shit
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket
The police they know I'm legit
The police they know I got sticks
They be worried about me, they know I'ma click
These niggas they know I'm a dawg, I ain't worried about him
I know he a bitch
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick
Nigga must have a fever or somethin'
Heard he was born up on Cleveland or somethin'
Let me give you a history lesson
We moved back to Charlotte, 1999
I ain't sayin that none of that matter
If somebody touch me, then somebody die
Why he talkin' so calm when he say that?
How you make him rewind and replay that?
Who you know get a fade once a week
And they try make it wave, fuck a motherfuckin' wave-cap
Everytime that the DJ play Suge
Niggas throw up they arm like a motherfuckin' racetrack
Everytime that my babygirl see me, she run
And say "Daddy", I love when she say that
Everytime I hit one of my moves, all the bitches go crazy
They like how I do that
I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first
I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this bitch
Fuck around, and walked down in a trenchcoat
They gon' have to put me with the greats
Wanna fuck with me, she gotta wait
Only yacht, would mean me and the kids
There's four of us, we're on the sea eatin' steak
I ain't goin' ooh-ooh on a bitch
I ain't goin out sad 'bout no hoe, I'm a pimp
He keep bumpin' his motherfuckin' gun
We gon put his ass up like a motherfuckin' blimp
Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes' that's gon' get him
Exposed, he a muhfuckin simp
You know he keep that thang on him baby
Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp
I 'on't care bout this motherfuckin' chain
But I still bust your motherfuckin' brain
Just got head on a motherfucking plane
Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth
And then fuckin' yo' hoe from the back
I knew hoe for a day, she won't ghost, she the swoup
And these niggas ain't livin like this, why he talkin' so gangsta?
Your boy, he a fluke
They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute
They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb
They know Baby was just in Miami
Now he in LA, nigga think he LeBron
They know Baby go baby on baby
But five years ago, niggas say he was John
I touch down at the front of the plane
And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton
While he drive me around, I be blowin' that pressure
I'm chillin' backseat with the iron

[@M3_Beats]

U should have used the spinz 808

[@OnyxBeats]

Facts, made this a hour after they dropped it…and I wanted to make it a little harder so added a kick

[@3s1u17]

Hey, outta control, I'm doing shows
In quarantine over the FaceTime (Uh)
She wanna rock, I wanna roll
Overseas, over the dateline (Uh)
Dropped out of college, but I'm still a freshman
I'm 'bout to blow up in every direction
I need to know if we share a connection or not
'Cause then I'm just stirring the pot (Uh)
I got it hot (Hot), niggas is talkin' a lot
But don't really talk when they flop (Baow)
I got a mop to clean up the mess
That they made on my way to the tippity-top (Grr), bippity-bop
Supercalifragilistic expeditious, spin off the block (Uh)
I got a plaque, and some rockets, some rap on my back
So just wait 'til you see me do pop, uh
Got your girl TikTok'ing to my shit (Yeah)
I see Fivi' in the cut (Yeah)
Woo-walkin' (Yeah) in this bitch (Uh)
I see Cal' gettin' wild, see this style too legit
And Mulatto, she a queen
Put a crown on that head, hey (Uh)
I don't want fans, I want stans
Tattoo my name on your neck so it last
I don't do free, need a fee
Somethin' to tuck in these bell bottom jeans (Uh)
You know I'm too legit to quit, we do this everyday
From L.A. to the Bay, you know we never play

[@iTonyC]

Everybody know my name ringin' bells
Ringin' bells like the hallway (uh-huh)
I ain't gotta cap in no mothafuckin' rap
I'll whip out and air it out broad day (mmm)
I got in with that stick, and I'm with that
Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat (uh-huh)
I been tryna be positive, mama (uh-huh)
They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama (nope)
Who you know put they mothafuckin' self on the map
And now they don't owe nobody shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (woo)
The police, they know I'm legit (woo, woo)
The police, they know I got sticks
They be worried about me, they know I'm a clique
These niggas, they know I'm a dawg
I ain't worried about him, I know he a bitch (meow)
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick (hot)
Nigga must have a fever or somethin'
Heard he was born up in Cleveland or somethin' (uh-huh)
Let me give you a history lesson
We moved back to Charlotte, 1999 (Okay)
I ain't sayin that none of that matter
'Cause if somebody touch me, then somebody dyin' (no cap)
Why he talkin' so calm when he say that? (huh?)
How he make 'em rewind and replay that? (yeah)
Who you know get a fade once a week and they tryna get waves?
Fuck a mothafuckin' wave-cap (uh-huh)
Every time that the DJ play "Suge"
Niggas throw up they arms like a mothafuckin' racetrack (let's go)
Every time that my baby girl see me
She run and say "Daddy", I love when she say that (mwah)
Every time I hit one of my moves
All the bitches go crazy, they like how I do that (let's go)
I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first
I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this bitch (ah)
Fuck around, and walked out in a trench coat
They gon' have to put me with the greats (uh-huh)
Wanna fuck with me, she gotta wait (bitch)
On the yacht, with me, me and the kids
There's four of us, we on the sea eatin' steak (yep)
I won't go back and forth with a shrimp
You goin out sad 'bout a hoe, I'm a pimp (ha)
He keep bumpin' his motherfuckin' gums
We gon put his ass up like a mothafuckin' blimp (bitch)
Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes, that's gon' get him exposed
He a mothafuckin' simp (hold up)
You know he got that thang on him, baby
Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp (shh, shh, shh)
I don't care bout this mothafuckin' chain (uh-huh)
But I'll still bust your mothafuckin' brain (uh-huh)
Just got head on a mothafuckin' plane (no cap)
Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth (ha)
End up fuckin' this hoe from the back
I knew her for a day, she on go, she the swoop (yeah, yeah, yeah, swoop)
And these niggas ain't livin' like that
Why he talkin' so gangsta? Your bro, he a fluke (fluke, fluke)
They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute (flute)
They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb (boom)
They know Baby was just in Miami
Now he in L.A., nigga think he LeBron (ha)
They know Baby go baby on baby (Uh-huh)
But five years ago, nigga say he was John (keep goin')
I touch down at the front of the plane
And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton (them facts)
While he drive me around, I be blowin' out pressure
I'm chillin' backseat with the iron (bitch)

[@deleted157]

I got 20 on my beat
Everybody know my name ringin' bells
Ringin' bells like the hallway (uh-huh)
I ain't gotta cap in no mothafuckin' rap
I'll whip out and air it out broad day (mmm)
I got in with that stick, and I'm with that
Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat (uh-huh)
I been tryna be positive, mama (uh-huh)
They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama (nope)
Who you know put they mothafuckin' self on the map
And now they don't owe nobody shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (woo)
The police, they know I'm legit (woo, woo)
The police, they know I got sticks
They be worried about me, they know I'm a clique
These niggas, they know I'm a dawg
I ain't worried about him, I know he a bitch (meow)
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick (hot)
Nigga must have a fever or somethin'
Heard he was born up in Cleveland or somethin' (uh-huh)
Let me give you a history lesson
We moved back to Charlotte, 1999 (Okay)
I ain't sayin that none of that matter
'Cause if somebody touch me, then somebody dyin' (no cap)
Why he talkin' so calm when he say that? (huh?)
How he make 'em rewind and replay that? (yeah)
Who you know get a fade once a week and they tryna get waves?
Fuck a mothafuckin' wave-cap (uh-huh)
Every time that the DJ play "Suge"
Niggas throw up they arms like a mothafuckin' racetrack (let's go)
Every time that my baby girl see me
She run and say "Daddy", I love when she say that (mwah)
Every time I hit one of my moves
All the bitches go crazy, they like how I do that (let's go)
I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first
I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this bitch (ah)
Fuck around, and walked out in a trench coat
They gon' have to put me with the greats (uh-huh)
Wanna fuck with me, she gotta wait (bitch)
On the yacht, with me, me and the kids
There's four of us, we on the sea eatin' steak (yep)
I won't go back and forth with a shrimp
You goin out sad 'bout a hoe, I'm a pimp (ha)
He keep bumpin' his motherfuckin' gums
We gon put his ass up like a mothafuckin' blimp (bitch)
Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes, that's gon' get him exposed
He a mothafuckin' simp (hold up)
You know he got that thang on him, baby
Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp (shh, shh, shh)
I don't care bout this mothafuckin' chain (uh-huh)
But I'll still bust your mothafuckin' brain (uh-huh)
Just got head on a mothafuckin' plane (no cap)
Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth (ha)
End up fuckin' this hoe from the back
I knew her for a day, she on go, she the swoop (yeah, yeah, yeah, swoop)
And these niggas ain't livin' like that
Why he talkin' so gangsta? Your bro, he a fluke (fluke, fluke)
They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute (flute)
They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb (boom)
They know Baby was just in Miami
Now he in L.A., nigga think he LeBron (ha)
They know Baby go baby on baby (Uh-huh)
But five years ago, nigga say he was John (keep goin')
I touch down at the front of the plane
And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton (them facts)
While he drive me around, I be blowin' out pressure
I'm chillin' backseat with the iron (bitch)
And I'm done with this shit, man
I'm one of the best mothafuckin' rappers, man (I'm fuckin' done with this shit, man)
You know (I'm done with this)
But I ain't gon' keep, you know, I mean, braggin' 'bout this
I'm done with this one, I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper, man
Quit playin' with Baby, man, do not play with me
I'm just exercising, I'm just exercising my craft, that's it (I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper)
And I'm not gonna keep sayin' this shit, (yeah) I'm done sayin' this shit
Uh
And I got 20 on my mothafuckin' beat, but this nigga can't engineer for shit
I'm 'bout to make this nigga just start makin' beats and quit engineering
Aight, cut that shit off

[@queenxsofiee9035]

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Lyrics
I got 20 on my beat
Everybody know my name ringin' bells
Ringin' bells like the hallway (Uh-huh)
I ain't gotta cap in no mothafuckin' rap
I'll whip out and air it out broad day (Mmm)
I got in with that stick, and I'm with that
Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat (Uh-huh)
I been tryna be positive, mama (Uh-huh)
They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama (Nope)
Who you know put they mothafuckin' self on the map
And now they don't owe nobody shit? (Me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (Ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (Woo)
The police, they know I'm legit (Woo, woo)
The police, they know I got sticks
They be worried about me, they know I'm a clique
These niggas, they know I'm a dawg
I ain't worried about him, I know he a bitch (Meow)
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick (Hot)
Nigga must have a fever or somethin'
Heard he was born up in Cleveland or somethin' (Uh-huh)
Let me give you a history lesson
We moved back to Charlotte, 1999 (Okay)
I ain't sayin that none of that matter
'Cause if somebody touch me, then somebody dyin' (No cap)
Why he talkin' so calm when he say that? (Huh?)
How he make 'em rewind and replay that? (Yeah)
Who you know get a fade once a week and they tryna get waves?
Fuck a mothafuckin' wave-cap (Uh-huh)
Every time that the DJ play "Suge"
Niggas throw up they arms like a mothafuckin' racetrack (Let's go)
Every time that my baby girl see me
She run and say "Daddy", I love when she say that (Mwah)
Every time I hit one of my moves
All the bitches go crazy, they like how I do that (Let's go)
I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first
I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this bitch (Ah)
Fuck around, and walked out in a trench coat
They gon' have to put me with the greats (Uh-huh)
Wanna fuck with me, she gotta wait (Bitch)
On the yacht, with me, me and the kids
There's four of us, we on the sea eatin' steak (Yep)
I won't go back and forth with a shrimp
You goin out sad 'bout a ho, I'm a pimp (Ha)
He keep bumpin' his motherfuckin' gums
We gon put his ass up like a mothafuckin' blimp (Bitch)
Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes, that's gon' get him exposed
He a mothafuckin' simp (Hold up)
You know he got that thang on him, baby
Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp (Shh, shh, shh)
I don't care bout this mothafuckin' chain (Uh-huh)
But I'll still bust your mothafuckin' brain (Uh-huh)
Just got head on a mothafuckin' plane (No cap)
Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth (Ha)
End up fuckin' this ho from the back
I knew her for a day, she on go
She the swoop (Yeah, yeah, yeah, swoop)
And these niggas ain't livin' like that
Why he talkin' so gangsta? Your bro, he a fluke (Fluke, fluke)
They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute (Flute)
They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb (Boom)
They know Baby was just in Miami
Now he in L.A., nigga think he LeBron (Ha)
They know Baby go baby on baby (Uh-huh)
But five years ago, nigga say he was John (Keep goin')
I touch down at the front of the plane
And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton (Them facts)
While he drive me around, I be blowin' out pressure
I'm chillin' backseat with the iron (Bitch)
And I'm done with this shit, man
I'm one of the best mothafuckin' rappers,
Man (I'm fuckin' done with this shit, man)
You know (I'm done with this)
But I ain't gon' keep, you know, I mean, braggin' 'bout this
I'm done with this one, I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper, man
Quit playin' with Baby, man, do not play with me
I'm just exercising
I'm just exercising my craft, that's it (I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper)
And I'm not gonna keep sayin' this shit, (Yeah) I'm done sayin' this shit
Uh, and I got 20 on my mothafuckin' beat, but this nigga can't engineer for shit
I'm 'bout to make this nigga just start makin' beats and quit engineering
A'ight, cut that shit off
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Songwriters: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk / Antwain Lamont Fox
XXL lyrics © Universal Music Corp., Reservoir 416, Baby Jesus Publishing, South Coast Music Group Llc, Moxierisma Publishing
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Everybody know my name ringin' bells
Ringin' bells like the hallway (Uh-huh)
I ain't gotta cap in no mothafuckin' rap
I'll whip out and air it out broad day (Mmm)
I got in with that stick, and I'm with that
Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat (Uh-huh)
I been tryna be positive, mama (Uh-huh)
They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama (Nope)
Who you know put they mothafuckin' self on the map
And now they don't owe nobody shit? (Me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (Ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (Woo)
The police, they know I'm legit (Woo, woo)
The police, they know I got sticks
They be worried about me, they know I'm a clique

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this beat was ass but still everyone could do better than mosey on this beat