Відео

Jump out rides and take that trip How much times have I burnt this drip? Uati really jumped off rides and died What's that another spliff? I'll back my dick and piss on his coffin But he got rolled in ashes S got tripped I stabbed him and chopped him Call us 67 splashers **** try to run and got cheffed And now we light him up Uati we can't find now he's dead So please don't hype him up And Jessie he got chopped in his head We really lined him up M had too much pride and got shot Man they don't ride on us Someone tell Jim needs to keep crying His son ain't coming back Sneak right through the back stab his dad We triеd to turn him pack I don't give a fuck 'bout his mum 'Cos she got stabbed too Go and tеll your son he's not stab proof 'Cos he got stabbed too **** got stabbed and lied about it **** got stabbed and lied about it **** got stabbed and lied about it How can they not ride about it? **** got stabbed and lied about it **** got stabbed and lied about it **** got stabbed and lied about it Why these kids so shy about it? Truth hurts huh? We live it Target chest, we fucking hit it Same ? ones I used for S, I took it and stabbed Star with it Anything tell HiH So that means fuck all of my opps She loves stabbing, I love stabbing So that means we tape that off They say that RFA are kids and I'm pissed 'Cos we've been on the strip Take trips and you got rolled in a spliff We really do this shit No leg shots, we aim in chestshots That shit be red hot No getback, come get your bro back Your bro we smoke that Oh shit I'm buzzing Gang just caught a body Auntie called, it was my cousin "Uati just got packed", can't believe that Mase was running You might also like TRAUMATISED RFA17 Houdini Eminem Not Like Us Kendrick Lamar Embed About Have the inside scoop on this song? Sign up and drop some knowledge Start the song bio Q&A Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning Ask a question Credits Tags Rap Comments Add a comment Get the conversation started Be the first to comment Sign Up And Drop Knowledge 🤓 Genius is the ultimate source of music knowledge, created by scholars like you who share facts and insight about the songs and artists they love. Sign Up Recommended by Australians Baffled By What HelloFresh Delivers... They Barely Go To The Shops Anymore Australians Baffled By What HelloFresh Delivers... They Barely Go To The Shops Anymore Fresh Ingredients, No Shopping Hassle ! the-daily-foodies.com If Pokies Players Knew This They Would Never Stop Playing If Pokies Players Knew This They Would Never Stop Playing BuzzDaily Winners New South Wales Pensioners Over 60 Are Eligible For These New Hearing Aids New South Wales Pensioners Over 60 Are Eligible For These New Hearing Aids hearclear Genius is the world’s biggest collection of song lyrics and musical knowledge About Genius Contributor Guidelines Press Shop Advertise Privacy Policy Licensing Jobs Developers Copyright Policy Contact Us Sign In Do Not Sell My Personal Information VERIFIED ARTISTS ALL ARTISTS: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # HOT SONGS: ​SINING HOUDINI ШОКОЛАДКА (CHOCOLATE) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE VIEW ALL Terms of Use © 2024 ML Genius Holdings, LLC

Love

Can I sing with this beat?

Marlow P was rich, we took his shit, the pussy snitched (Snitch) I heard I'm hitting licks (Yeah), I heard I gunbucked Quikz (Yeah) I fucked out OBoy's bitch, I held the kid and took some pics (Bitch) I don't give a shit, she for the streets, let's take the piss (For the streets) Gucci, that's a lit look Louis, that's a lit look (Yeah) Savage, he's a big crook (Yeah) Russ done got his shit took (Ha) Donny took my flow, bro, I think I want my shit back (Yeah) I'm the only Dig so don't tell me 'bout no DigDat (Don't do that) J1 done got chinged (Chinged), then he took the stand (Stand) Now he's tryna sing (Sing), but he already sang (Sang) Again we madе him swim (Swim), but he already swam (Swam) Got a fucking issue? Pussy, comе and swing your shank (Brr) Who the fuck is Central Cee? The only wild in west is we We cheffed his brother, went to jail, but still took the not guilty plea I bust the case, they set me free (Woi) Thank you God for blessing me (Yeah) I'm on my big Grove shit, ain't no way that we blessed the beef (No) She's forty screaming "Woi, woi" (Woi) Thinks she wants a toy boy He used up his adrenaline, he had his spin got boy-boy Tired old granddad, he can suck his dirty mum By the way he's acting, can you tell Ratlin is thirty-one? (Lol) DB9's like thirty-five, Smiley's in his thirties too (Huh?) But he gives me verbal too, I think me blowing's hurting you (Ha) Fredo done got cheffed, he got cap in them rap tunes (Dickhead) They say my block is wet, bitch, all my opps got stab wounds (Yeah) Rolling with this Rambo knife, I'll take your flesh out (Ow) Get your chest cheffed out (Yeah) CGM the best out (Yeah) I think we need some more young niggas, come bro, let's scout (Yeah) I see jakes on the Waze app, take the next route (Route) GPs and G-locks Burst rounds and speed off I can't wait to see Gwopz, I sluggy, I'ma big boss (Bap, bap) Addicted to the drilling, I think I need a detox Why the fuck am I like this? 'Cause I grew up in P Block (P Block)

Ku down (Ha) Ralo (KuKu) (Damn E, this shit exclusive) (Ha) 6 You know what it is, when you hear my voice Know this shit finna be disrespectful (On gang) [Verse 1: Cojack & Foolio] He was dissin' in them songs, knocked his mans off Say he smokin' Bibby, I'll knock a fan off Pull up, stop the car, you know I like to run down (Let me out) (Brrr, bow, bow) That's that fuckin' chopper sound Smokin' (Shh) on '6 block (Skrt), heard he crashed out (Damn) Rolling dead opps, (Boom), he caught a head shot Big boss gone, we got 'em scared now (Come out) He was dissin' in them songs, what he saying now? A-R with the 50' round, knock his dread off (Ran down) 50k on yo head, let that bag talk (Bag) I'ma walk him down, ain't no standoff (No) Niggas playing hard, but he really soft (6) [Verse 2: Foolio] Prosper got shot (Shot) Tay got shot (Ha) Desi got dropped (Damn) Nate got popped (Damn) Leeke got shot (Well damn) Spazz face hot (On gang) Corbin got kidnapped, they found his bones, he was rotten (Where's Corbin?) Meechy was the boss, they knocked his ass off John acted a fool, 'til they walked his ass down 5 in the ground (5) Curtis felt them rounds (Curtis) Corbin got kidnapped lost, got his ass found (On gang) Ridin' with a old stick, with my new bitch Caught a rapper at the mall, beat him real quick (Haha) Turn the lights on, we just hit the kill switch Know the real you, Noah, you a real bitch (A real bitch) Riding in the scat pack, Ku down (Bllat, bllat) Just fucked a opp thot, Nisha ass real fat (Real fat) This ain't no regular weed, dead niggas, this real pack (Dead nigga) And lil' man named Jamar, that's a real rat

Ku down (Ha) Ralo (KuKu) (Damn E, this shit exclusive) (Ha) 6 You know what it is, when you hear my voice Know this shit finna be disrespectful (On gang) [Verse 1: Cojack & Foolio] He was dissin' in them songs, knocked his mans off Say he smokin' Bibby, I'll knock a fan off Pull up, stop the car, you know I like to run down (Let me out) (Brrr, bow, bow) That's that fuckin' chopper sound Smokin' (Shh) on '6 block (Skrt), heard he crashed out (Damn) Rolling dead opps, (Boom), he caught a head shot Big boss gone, we got 'em scared now (Come out) He was dissin' in them songs, what he saying now? A-R with the 50' round, knock his dread off (Ran down) 50k on yo head, let that bag talk (Bag) I'ma walk him down, ain't no standoff (No) Niggas playing hard, but he really soft (6) [Verse 2: Foolio] Prosper got shot (Shot) Tay got shot (Ha) Desi got dropped (Damn) Nate got popped (Damn) Leeke got shot (Well damn) Spazz face hot (On gang) Corbin got kidnapped, they found his bones, he was rotten (Where's Corbin?) Meechy was the boss, they knocked his ass off John acted a fool, 'til they walked his ass down 5 in the ground (5) Curtis felt them rounds (Curtis) Corbin got kidnapped lost, got his ass found (On gang) Ridin' with a old stick, with my new bitch Caught a rapper at the mall, beat him real quick (Haha) Turn the lights on, we just hit the kill switch Know the real you, Noah, you a real bitch (A real bitch) Riding in the scat pack, Ku down (Bllat, bllat) Just fucked a opp thot, Nisha ass real fat (Real fat) This ain't no regular weed, dead niggas, this real pack (Dead nigga) And lil' man named Jamar, that's a real rat

Walk em down straight 2 the ground make sure that he dont get upp🔥🔥🔥🔥 -NLE Choppa

N'gga's playing hard but he really soft

Sono stra in sbatti non so se cambiare strada Lo scemo si spaventa perche poi gli salgo in casa Sono il vero non rimosso, la testa sono apposto No bisogno che corregga dica alpha stai composto Invece te la smonto la tua merda non ti fitta Lo so che stai parlando, ma stai facendo solo finta Iniziamo lo scontro e inizi gia a scappare via La tua puta ha parlato fanculo alla sofia Ho amato cosi tanto quella cosa non la voglio Dove in ogni cosa perdo tempo e orgoglio Parole vuote scritte sopra un cazzo di foglio Ottengo cio che voglio non viviamo in un sogno

who got shot, where was the cops birthday wish-was true you made it to 26 boom ,where was your Glock ,who on the block ,window looking scary but your face is looking shot damn ,oops found the low an guess you had to go, I don’t really know ,but hell you fucking go what you don’t know he didn’t give a fuck so why should we show

Julio foolio killed the beatz

Alright, here we go: In the infinite expanse of the cosmos, where the celestial ballet of stars and planets unfolds, I find myself pondering the simple pleasures of Earthly delights. Picture this: a Range Rover gliding smoothly over rugged terrains, its powerful engine roaring like a stellar beast. Inside, the aroma of rich, dark chocolate fills the air, a treat as luxurious as the vehicle itself. Now, imagine a six-pack, not of the beverage kind, but those chiseled abs sculpted through dedication and perseverance. It's a testament to the human spirit, much like the explorers who ventured into the unknown reaches of space. The journey to a six-pack is arduous, but the reward is as sweet as that first bite of chocolate. And then, there's the comfort of chicken soup, a humble yet stellar dish that warms the soul. It's like a cosmic embrace, bringing solace and healing to weary travelers. Just as astronauts find solace in the familiar amidst the extraterrestrial, so do we find comfort in a bowl of chicken soup. In this celestial narrative, the Range Rover represents our drive to explore, the six-pack our determination, chocolate our indulgence, and chicken soup our comfort. Together, they create a harmonious symphony, much like the celestial ballet above.

0:12

Aye, Uh, Big LJP Bitch We on this grind Uh, Aye, aye, These fools seek in to use those gun, Cause they bunch pussy they run, Cause I used to them to be my sun, Don't know where they used to be from I tell him to come get sum , Wanna be gang they be actin chum, I'm not getting to cool, im pullin down with my thumb, I'm not trusting with all these bum, Wanna have a good day just have fun I love to play with my drum, I knocked on their head with sticks, They keep acting like they scum, I'm feeling too much of numb, I'm sick of these what happened to the runts, Tryna not harsh to chew it a gum, Life a lesson not to be a bum, We gotta stop all these of killings, That doesn't make any sense over the realest, We on the hustle, We gotta stop being so dull

PRAISE GOD REPENT

Draco make him beatbox❤

Ama try

Verse] Thuggin' in my Reeboks Ten milli', big Glocks, huh In a big truck, fuck around, make your ears pop Fuck with me, gang'll do some' to you, make your tears drop Hit 'em off, Wafi only boy, I don't Sears shop Fuck around, might move to Michigan and get my peers hot Trustworthy, uh, I think not, we'll wipe snot Three lines, gon' make it look like wine in a clear pot Ride around with the same weapon, ain't get deer shot No rearviews in my life, leave that shit behind me I was only eighteen years old when Kanye tried to sign me Niggas gangsters online 'til you see 'em named Mahatma Gandhi Better tell my bitch, "Let's get a bitch that's tatted like Kehlani" If she tell me yes, I'll let you know the when and where's to find me Niggas already thinkin' that they wildin', steady tryna guide me Finna blind me, standin' in my way, they need to get behind me Every day I ride with a rocket just like my first name Johnny White diamonds got more colors than a Murakami Bitch thought I was Japanese, I folded just like origami Used to sleep in front of Shoney's, now I got an eighty-inch Sony Rich as hell, used to be broke, fucked up, eatin' bologna Niggas not like us, we get to the money How the fuck we wipe his nose and we still left it runnin'? How you fly with nothin' to your name? Man, you niggas bummin' 'Member tryna get kids to game, they ain't listen to me

Where can i buy this beat

I know I’m late but it’s my turn

While I'm eating my pork

Glah glah boom Bdot he a bitch when I flare up the switch 911 saw his ass in the ditch Reggie got shot bdot got pop KDOTTY got send to the morgue

Call be

is this a sample?

I’m a lyrical menace Yea my diamonds replenish Put it in her mouth so much she calling me a dentist I was facing 15 years nah fuck a sentence Landing in miami just so I could go to Venice , Never say u can or can’t Slaughter pussy up like I’m gengis khan, LAX to airforce 1, Choppa so cold gotta walk before I make u run, Uzi got him stretching like it’s pregame U be talking so much shit u methane U goofy as bitch yea u so lame Yea my shooter got a lisp but he ain’t never be mitthing Getting to the top that’s my mission

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Silent steppn marchn dis deh GeneraL we gone show you whose GenEraL wit creditnitals lika semmi missles we ain stompn jacuzzi bath bathing bathing apes baby shes the coldest nipples of thiz Rapper games thru the maze we type fast it’s eyes rolln only when im miKing my junga Prince of Monks (YeH chunka)we walked & I asked then shed this boy blue get eh clue come unglued how rude she wants me nude if im not on your mind im in your heart either favors in my favor id rather be a blue blood then to have it saturation on the Mariahna is where I I tend to go and bring them then bury them wHey under on LaFamilia rapidar radar seaL Angel sent for then and Puskin was the reason i go harder then all starters all stars first step is no bodyguard gopro frog porshe eye hypotized loud WooF to of a Dawg Thiz the SmoG google eyes Mariassas catching Junga Fall then Apraise bak2 sleeUpH pure az iCe i didnt say it security rush me out better yet i break the bank so he can go get paid my express card has more zeros than internet digital dance downloading slow motions will you wear it an actual kiss is how we drolln turbo spoolen we aint spooning

I love you

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мой город дом моя семья братва высокий тон да и четкие низа ты знаешь кто забрал себе плюса накрыло так что потеряли полюса мой каждый день это игры кто?куда? они теряются при виде муляжа и весь мой генг помашет вам пока скажи мне что то чтобы я точно нажал если вы много говорите мне придется вас заткнуть чтобы меня заткнуть вы максимум поставите на мьют за все что сделал сам когда то не жалею ничуть и на все хвала небесам мам я продолжаю маршрут и каждый день день день со мной мой генг генг генг они так много тут сказали они лишь фейк фейк фейк под жопой дрынь дрынь дырнь катаю свой твой свег они все бе бе бе я первый будто снег

I told my mom, I'm way too deep up in these streets (like, what, gang, gang, gang) I'm OGK for life, I put that on YG (gang, gang, gang, Y to the Gz) Gz to the sky, never put a O before my Y (RPT, 4Sev, 4Sev) Never put a O before my Y, like, y'all know what's up Fresh off the rock, I turn my takis into foreigns (a bag) Free the shhh (grrrt), they know who do the scoring, like (free my hearts) It could get sticky, we still spinin' 'til the morning (we spin, we spin) She a smoochie, fuck her body count had too many abortions (smoochie) RPT buggin' in my foreigns (RPT, RPT) Cruising with my G-Lock (like, what?) I know the streets hot (gang), we keep spinnin' these blocks (boom) And she got thot box (what?), I seen her on the opp block (like, huh?) So we gon' bunny hop and train her in the g-spot (bunny hop, bunny hop, bunny hop) We smoking dead people (what?) That's Benji (Benji), UE (UE), and Diddy (Diddy) I told my gang that we gon' keep running in the city (huh?) Shawty bad, fat ass like (shake it), high sadity (like what? Like) But she a smoochie (huh?), I think she wanna do me (do me, like) And I keep toolie, me and Gz up in that two seat, like (skrrt, boom) Don't be a foolie (like), on the gang, I'm feeling moody (like) Roll down the window, ayo brodie, shoot the deucey (go get that nigga) I told my mom, I'm way too deep up in these streets, like (for sure) I'm OGK for life, I put that on YG (OGK, OGK) They said they spin, we spin, we spin, let's go on feet (let's go on feet, like) We catch a O, he gotta go, this gun he meet (this gun he what?) Fresh off the rock, I turn my takis into foreigns (huh? What?) Free the shhh, they know who do the scoring (RPT) It could get sticky, we still spinin' 'til the morning (we spin, we spin, don't run, don't run) She a smoochie, fuck her body count had too many abortions (smoochie) RBT buggin' in my foreigns (RPT) Cruising with my G-Lock (at all, at all) I know the streets hot (gang), we keep spinnin' these blocks (at all, at all, gang, gang, gang) And she got thot box (what? Smoochie), I seen her on the opp block (like, what?) So we gon' bunny hop (bunny hop) and train her in the g-spot (bunny hop, bunny hop) RPT buggin' in my foreigns (grrrt, gang, gang, gang) I know the streets hot (it's that DThang nigga, make 'em get jiggy before we shoot 'em, you heard) And she got thot box, I seen her on a opp block (RIP Woo) So we gon' bunny hop and train her in the g-spot (like)

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Tu peut par faire des beat pour moi

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Jamming 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Brrrrrrrrrr

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i rapped to this beat and i killed it

J murda who ? Tell dem cunts stop capping in the booth Caught down deken in my hood den blood got spilled like Apple juice Dem zk shanks and shivs i use Utensils we use and abuse Reckless shiving got cold hearts like villains Come to that block get shefted get got den jump on the net and chat like women

2024 where yall at?

Grrt (come here) Ayy, walk 'em down straight to the ground We make sure that he don't get up (damn E, this shit exclusive) Call the reverend and his mama Tell 'em, "Come and pick 'em up" (come and pick 'em up) I'ma smack you with this .40, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?" (Is my Glizzy tucked?) Only like it sloppy, she gon' beatbox when she suckin' me (come here, come here) Told her, "Bring a friend", if she ever think about fuckin' me Touchin' who? Touchin' me? To God where your ass gon' be (brrt) Leave him stuck and send him up like he fuckin' with Cardi B (brrt, brrt, brrt) Park the car before we hit the street, I'm hoppin' out on feet Get up close so I can see his teeth but I'ma keep it brief Ask do he remember me, then introduced him to my heat (a meet and greet) Skrrt off the block, you followin' this car, your whip be cream cheese (come here, brrt) Ain't no bush to beat around, you not duckin' no hundred rounds Whole hood been down, fuck the count 'cause we just beat it down ('cause we just beat it down) Ain't gotta spin back around because my target hit the ground (my target hit the ground) Crossed that line, you out of bounds, they gon' find you up in the crowd Nappy-ass dreadlocks, black Forces, black socks (ayy, ayy, brrt) Make the Draco pop, it's louder than a boombox (brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt) Shoutout to OVO, this Drac' can make your bed rock (make your bed rock) We beat them four and oh, just check the score, it say a lot (ayy, check the score) Ayy, I'm in Miami, she givin' me head on Ocean Drive while her nigga outside Sucked me so good, I thought that I died but when I nutted, I had came back alive Skeet on her face, it got in her eyes, now she tellin' me she legally blind Gave her a towel and told her she fine, she kept suckin' 'til she started cryin' Point 'em out, shoot 'em out, I spot 'em, I got 'em (come on, come on, come on) He started runnin', so I caught 'em (ayy, ayy) Bag on his head, I bought 'em (ayy) Told my shooter do everything that I taught him (ayy) Let me know if it's a problem Like a school boy, I be super quick to solve it Thinkin' my shooter retarded He take a pill and then snort it right off of his .40 Snort it right off of his gun Shot a hundred, then paid a hundred for his bond (yo, yo) Send a diss, I won't respond (no) Slam dunk a nigga like a nigga was LeBron (come here) Leave a nigga where he stay Same place that I met him, I made him lay (come here, come here) Let a nigga come and play He gon' tell his mama, "Plan the funeral date" (brrt-brrt) I got the power like Nelson Mandela (brrt-brrt-brrt) You need a umbrella whenever I spray (whenever I spray) Leave him shitty like Nutella He gon' need a Pamper if he survive this K Me and my niggas, we down for whatever We step on whoever in retro J's (Retro J's) Bullet, stick like a thorn, call it Bella Make him Cinderella if he betray, bitch Bu-bu-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon shit Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks Call me Kobe, 24 on me Can't fuck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, she do the most I get my groove on every time I see them folks I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong I'm tryna get it on, she feelin' all over my Peter bone Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on I'm kickin' shit like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this bitch regardless Bu-bu-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Thu-thu-thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Bryson Potts / Elisner Joseph / Nehemiah Harden Beat

Grrt (come here) Ayy, walk 'em down straight to the ground We make sure that he don't get up (damn E, this shit exclusive) Call the reverend and his mama Tell 'em, "Come and pick 'em up" (come and pick 'em up) I'ma smack you with this .40, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?" (Is my Glizzy tucked?) Only like it sloppy, she gon' beatbox when she suckin' me (come here, come here) Told her, "Bring a friend", if she ever think about fuckin' me Touchin' who? Touchin' me? To God where your ass gon' be (brrt) Leave him stuck and send him up like he fuckin' with Cardi B (brrt, brrt, brrt) Park the car before we hit the street, I'm hoppin' out on feet Get up close so I can see his teeth but I'ma keep it brief Ask do he remember me, then introduced him to my heat (a meet and greet) Skrrt off the block, you followin' this car, your whip be cream cheese (come here, brrt) Ain't no bush to beat around, you not duckin' no hundred rounds Whole hood been down, fuck the count 'cause we just beat it down ('cause we just beat it down) Ain't gotta spin back around because my target hit the ground (my target hit the ground) Crossed that line, you out of bounds, they gon' find you up in the crowd Nappy-ass dreadlocks, black Forces, black socks (ayy, ayy, brrt) Make the Draco pop, it's louder than a boombox (brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt) Shoutout to OVO, this Drac' can make your bed rock (make your bed rock) We beat them four and oh, just check the score, it say a lot (ayy, check the score) Ayy, I'm in Miami, she givin' me head on Ocean Drive while her nigga outside Sucked me so good, I thought that I died but when I nutted, I had came back alive Skeet on her face, it got in her eyes, now she tellin' me she legally blind Gave her a towel and told her she fine, she kept suckin' 'til she started cryin' Point 'em out, shoot 'em out, I spot 'em, I got 'em (come on, come on, come on) He started runnin', so I caught 'em (ayy, ayy) Bag on his head, I bought 'em (ayy) Told my shooter do everything that I taught him (ayy) Let me know if it's a problem Like a school boy, I be super quick to solve it Thinkin' my shooter retarded He take a pill and then snort it right off of his .40 Snort it right off of his gun Shot a hundred, then paid a hundred for his bond (yo, yo) Send a diss, I won't respond (no) Slam dunk a nigga like a nigga was LeBron (come here) Leave a nigga where he stay Same place that I met him, I made him lay (come here, come here) Let a nigga come and play He gon' tell his mama, "Plan the funeral date" (brrt-brrt) I got the power like Nelson Mandela (brrt-brrt-brrt) You need a umbrella whenever I spray (whenever I spray) Leave him shitty like Nutella He gon' need a Pamper if he survive this K Me and my niggas, we down for whatever We step on whoever in retro J's (Retro J's) Bullet, stick like a thorn, call it Bella Make him Cinderella if he betray, bitch Bu-bu-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon shit Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks Call me Kobe, 24 on me Can't fuck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, she do the most I get my groove on every time I see them folks I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong I'm tryna get it on, she feelin' all over my Peter bone Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on I'm kickin' shit like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this bitch regardless Bu-bu-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Thu-thu-thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Bryson Potts / Elisner Joseph / Nehemiah Harden Beat

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I feel bad for Corbin. He got made fun of like he’s a joke, RIP.

All I hear is Dthang

Да това е фрийстайл влизам с широк смайъл шот мноу съм ги прайл изобщо и даже аз да си ги записвам стрелям с римов арбалет и ня как да мисна тука всичките рапета са пълна помия, освен фирето и момчето и другите тия дето влизат на рап и на трап и ги праят шах&мат истината си личи от твоите учи дали си от наще или си от другите педеругите дет в корема ше усещат пеперудите и куките всичките искат да на хванат обаче ние пушим само пура кубана само иначе долче не ми е колана ама ако искам ш си зема 100 от тях що да харча пари за глупости тва е грях кой изобщо тря впечатлявам в тоя свят? дето всички са материалисти тия текстове са от даскало на листи уж учим програмисти а ни навънка подмятаме пакети като фрисби трапа да са подготвя за катаклизми данчо в затвора вече му напрайха 5 клизми и зако зарад пустата трева човека влезна си той-ей тъй между 4 стени акъла не му побира дните да следи подготви се ти аз стигам висоти.

Impossible war