artwork - cody_v2__ on ig

i need a chain like django! This is fire in its own way

This track goes crazy

Wooooooooooooyeaaaaaahhhhh

Can you do “they all talk”?

bruh i forgot the chants. so sorry

Hop Out (Same Clothes) [Intro] Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris (Oh, oh) N***a, G-Money picked me up today, where the fuck you at? (Oh, oh) Ten racks, it's a Goyard bag, bitch (Oh, oh) All I need is a bad bitch Counting money is a habit, triple nine [Pre-Chorus] Hop out the coupe, let the doors close (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Every day I'm off a Xan or a narco And I know these bitches scan like a barcode I'm too busy swimming through the money Really feeling like a shark though (Cash, cash, cash) [Chorus] Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go [Verse 1] Walking in the room, find it on my shoes I could never lose, I don't got shit to lose But don't get it confused, I took a loss or two I remember when I lived on Misery Avenue I remember taking drugs, a couple Percs, that'll do Lost so many friends 'cause I had such a bad attitude All them pretty girls, I'm sorry, I can't stay mad at you So still come through, ho, we can make a move, ho I don't need one Xan, I need two, ho Counted up like twenty bands, did that with my eyes closed I ain't ever been to France, but I got a French ho In a two-door, kicking that shit like Judo [Chorus] Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go [Verse 2] I remember when they thought I was a lame-o Now I'm calling all the bad hoes, lame hoes I don't have a main ho, all girls are the same, ho I was in a Bentley truck, now I need a Range Rove' I'ma go where they can't go, I need a chain like the Django I was just smoking on mango, they ain't even look like G-Fazos My room look like a gun show, need a Draco with a condo Hit a n***a with a combo, I ain't really tryna fight though I be geeking off the X, ho, finna go fuck on my ex ho I do that shit out of spite though, hit the strip club, it's a rainstorm I don't really wanna brag, but, I do it so good I get paid for it The Draco with a Gucci backpack, fuck it, I'ma be a psycho [Chorus] Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go [Outro] Stunt on these fuck-n***as

bpm?

made from scratch. comment some suggestions

This beat is ass compared to the other one