The sub bass stabs give it that pulse x influence, not the best but not the worst spin

half old school grime, half drill

👌👌👌amazing

I’m taxing this beat Yano

The opening bit is fucking HEAVY!!

how did you make this bass? sounds insane

What a good attempt for an instrumental, good job!

If i made a track using this beat will it get copy righted ?

Nothing but 3 an 2s Just Saw a bad one in my selection Raves with my bredrins Up next no question Top bins it David beckham

Yo, jump in a four-point-five and fill it up Pull up, hop out and bill it up (Skrrt) Boy try and test but the prick weren't big enough Man won't dip him, I'll dig him up Man throw shade ‘cause they just ain't sick as us Man won't diss 'em, I'll big 'em up (Ahh) All the hate in the air, it's killin’ us Pissed ‘cause they can't get rid of us Two twin pipes at the rear of the whip Hear it when I'm steerin’ the bitch (Skrrt, skrrt) Four shots down, gone ’til next year and a bit Them man can't come near to the kid Oi, listen up, hear what it is It’s a myth, I ain't hearin’ your shit (No)

Yo, jump in the 4.5 and fill it up Pull up, hop out and bill it up Boy try test but the prick weren't big enough Man won't dip him, I'll dig him up Man throw shade cah he just ain't sick as us Man won't diss him, I'll big him up All the hate in the air is killin' us Pissed cah they can't get rid of us Two twin-pipes at the rear of the whip Hear it when I'm steerin' the bitch Four shots down, gone 'til next year and in a bit Them man can't come near to the kid Oi, listen up, hear what it is It's a myth, I ain't hearin' your shit Jump on a jet 'cause my head needs clearin' a bit No work, I'm here for the trip Somethin' smelly in the Virgil pouch Fuck the fed, it's a personal ounce Too much loud, hear you tellin' me to turn it down When your gal wan' turn it 'round Oh, you're hurtin' now 'Cause your bridge with your bitch is burning down I come skrrrtin' 'round With a big bag of L's, let me serve 'em out Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks This ain't dirty cash in the whip Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks This ain't dirty cash, it's legit Paid the price, ain't no turnin' back I've got thirty racks on my wrist Want a verse from man? Want a discount? That's like thirty racks 'cause I'm lit (lit) Rip it to bits Listen, I'm sick of the shit Whip out the clip of the stick If I fill it with lyrics, I'm splittin' your wig Wicked and big in the bitch Trippin' if you think you're spinnin' the kid Got all of your missuses lickin' their lips Just look at the flick of the wrist Truth be told, I'm through with hoes No more movin' loose when it's cooch involved Got no time to lose, bill a zute and roll Step out the black coupe with a cutie doll New you, but the news is old I step through on froze, super cold Three, two, one, pick quick, move and go Fuck big drip, bro, I'm super soaked Stay lit but remain composed Got my business right and my mind in place Made all my moves and stayed in my zone Now tell me, who's got the shine like Aitch? My cards got dealt and I played 'em right I was barrin' day 'til night Puttin' in work with the cake in mind If I didn't have none, I'd be makin' time Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks This ain't dirty cash in the whip Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks This ain't dirty cash, it's legit Paid the price, ain't no turnin' back I've got thirty racks on my wrist Want a verse from man? Want a discount? That's like thirty racks 'cause I'm lit (lit) Boom

still

not bad tbh

I dont really like aitch but ngl this song isnt too bad

Couple bad habits know I got them But I ain't stopping lt till I'm stopped I'm on 10 10 Steady taking hits know I make them Hit and skrt off down the m in a black Benz Yeah your girls fine but mines blessed I let you keep her tho with your debt you got nuff stress Burning the paper with the rymeset I got 10 pens burned out so I'm off set Hitting on the track with the flip and I flip it again got the flow monged out zenned Man can't get too my level anymore im in another game me and you nah we can't friend Brand new bars but your's are the same old Don't speak my name if you don't wanna halo I'm the master the chief the amber the leaf you can't step too me if you don't want defeat yo What was that bar you were spitting you can't chat too me I don't buy your gimmicks Breath stinks bro u were made in sewage With your chit chat flow just faking your lyrics She sells sea shells by the sea shore Do you wanna clash g Ill spin your jaw Pick any beat I'll outryhme you raw And that there's a fact go and ask your whore It's mad Mad hatter tracks when I step in Getting too big for ya boots you weapon Come shout me for your daily endeavors Onto big things now gonna make the figures 6 figure flows when I blast on the track gonna blast on track turning beats blue and black Quick with my words it's actually mad Just a little white boy with the m on his back Raps over You man can't get closer Selling my life like it's on forecloser 2 on the ends got 5 for my friends And that's the definition of doing the mosta