them 808s be hitting hard

this beat so cold still!!!!!!!!!

Finally

So cold af

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OFB, we don't window shop Bro caught him an opp and tried turn him off (Bow, bow) In this X3, man's swervin' off (Skrr, skrr) Free Boogie Bando, he got birded off (Free my bro, free my bro) Whenever we get a burner loss We just cop a next one and go burst it off (Ay) Lil bro's tellin' me he got his earnings wrong We just took him OT, now his trapline's gone (Ring, ring) [Verse 1] Yo, PY got smoked, no bong (Bow, bow, bow) And I'm tryna smoke man with this trey, no Songz SJ, I've been a real bad boy from young I would've had my Rambo if I was allowed in prom (I weren't allowed) This bad B in the Nizz with thongs She keeps tellin' me she wants the Niners gone Bando's tellin' her she can ride along And if Lz in the cut, this ride gets long (Woi-woi-woi-woi) Like, everyone's trappin' and everyone's bangin' I think I might just stop rappin' (I might) These 9 boys just jumped on a track K-M-T, who gassed these faggots? (KMT) They ain't done no blammings or splashings What are they rappin'? (What they rappin'?) SJ, I ain't on no chattings Man been verified, blue ticks, old fashioned (That's old) And if I start talking 'bout these drills they'll fold up And this song might get taken down (Oh shit) And if you've been touched, please own up King on your block? Let me take that crown (Let me take it) Man seen armed Jakes at the exit I asked broski, "Will we make it out?" (Might not) Oh shit, oh shit, I just see a opp, let me take him out RIP Lampz, didn't make it out, ouch (Dead up, dead up) She tryna send man down South When they stay up north, they get saved like, "How?" (How?) Them boy are like Mickey Mouse They just want attention from kids, some clowns (Some dickheads) They post pics like "drip or drown" Let me drown mans drip, where's your drip gone now? (Ching, ching, ching) Chorus] OFB, we don't window shop Just caught me an opp, I tried turn him off (Gang, gang, gang, gang) In this X3, man's swervin' off Free Boogie Bando, he got birded off (Woi, woi, woi, woi) Whenever we get a burner loss (Ay) We just cop a next one and go burst it off (Bow, bow) Lil bro's tellin' me he got his earnings wrong We just took him OT, now his trapline's gone (Ring) OFB, we don't window shop Just caught me an opp, I tried turn him off In this X3, man's swervin' off (Skrr, skrr) Free Boogie Bando, he got birded off (Free my bro, free my bro) Whenever we get a burner loss (Ay) We just cop a next one and go burst it off (Bow, bow, bow) Lil bro's tellin' me he got his earnings wrong We just took him OT, now his trapline's gone (Woi, woi, woi, woi) [Verse 2] This South ting just come down North But she's going down South, will this South ting naughty? (Ohh, ohh) In the dance, got my Rambz all bleached up Left the function with my shank all saucy (Ching, ching, ching) Get sent down South, no Morley I'm on this Vespa with this rusty .40 (It's rusty) Ay, naughty, naughty, no one call me And no Snapchat for the porkies (No Snapin') This X3 kicks off like a tank Put your foot on the gas, let's do this neatly (Skrr, skrr) See the way man poked up DV? He ran after and all collapsed, that's meady (Oh shit) Fore Street gets taped off easy The way I pull up blacked out, you can't see me (No way) Reaper, I beg you stop these wheelies (Ay, bro) Opps at Mac D's, let's do this speedy (Ching, ching) Move low, not bait, bro changed his plates Broad day, let it rip on the mains (Bow, bow) Before we leave this place, make sure it gets taped Take risks on the glide, fuck Jakes (I dare you to take it) X3, bare space, two boots, let's play Tryna red card man, no games (Bow, bow, bow) I see the boys in plain Don't press no brakes, all bait so we mount that pave' (Skrr, skrr) Chorus] OFB, we don't window shop Bro caught him an opp and tried turn him off (Woi-woi-woi-woi) In this X3, man's swervin' off Free Boogie Bando, he got birded off (Free my bro, free my bro) Whenever we get a burner loss (Bow, bow) We just cop a next one and go burst it off (Bow, bow) Lil bro's tellin' me he got his earnings wrong We just took him OT, now his trapline's gone (Ring, ring) OFB, we don't window shop (No way) Bro caught him an opp and tried turn him off In this X3, man's swervin' off (Skrr, skrr) Free Boogie Bando, he got birded off (Free my bro) Whenever we get a burner loss We just cop a next one and go burst it off (Bow, bow) Lil bro's tellin' me he got his earnings wrong We just took him OT, now his trapline's gone (Ring, ring)

this beat is mad my g

Fire g!!

If u sing the lyrics to ambush it still goes hard😂

OIII 808s ON POINT

sick beat

Bro its still going hard sheesh😩

808 melo here!

1:30 i was expecting the gun shot noise lmao

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You might see me outside of maccies, wearing a bally and trackies.

THIS BEEEAAASRTTTTT??!!!!!!!!! Sicckkkk

is this copyrighted can i spit on it and put it on my youtube

Remember that day when you snaked my back had to get revenge in ultra attack The heat I felt could of made it slap Calase Jump out the whip go Bap Until my wrist go freeze mumzy clear I want stop these laps And you hear that pain in my voice voice of pain I’m looking for mil No tax Run of the map Government sad Ion fuck with the laws like that If is weren’t for the 20 year sentence Get round there wid a broomstick entrance Pushing p pushing pounds lizzys seen all the ups and downs I ain’t fronting now I know death is the price I got 10 and ace Like blackjack now Is life a game or a reality soon find out when i Pass that sound And I look up high I scream out god And I Hear no sound Just Chuckle loud I want 3 wishes from genie now Will it change my life Will it switch around Red carpet wid a Gucci Sweater Fuck the hood Tryna bougie better 10 toes dere if I ain’t got my wetter Pressure makes diamonds Diamonds pressure Hop on a mic but I ain’t no Elector Freedom speech I ain’t giving out tester Need me a car yeah suttin like Tesla Whip that bih like a stolen Vespa My integrity speech passionate g Why you rat on me you smelt that cheese Im high Off life mostly green independent I ain’t got no team Went from back yard smokes were blazing Now if I see that boy ima blaze him Read his moves like a book I’m chasing I can’t live in this space i need to go take it Feel like I’m locked ina box that’s the maxtrix

Can I do a drill rap to this

Free Sj and that 💯💯💯💯💯💯💯😬

Can I use this?

I'm hands on when I'm swinging Dip him John the baptist He went dripping, skin needs stiching How the Blade and his neck was attaching,Spin the whip 180 degrees no bicycle kick This rambo gonna get struck in your ribs Had to tell man that you aint going go home Ur caught lacking like pokemon go, Did it in jack jones,The 35 did more than bruk man bones. Remember me bare PTSD His bredren got chop into piece,Running way like Could never me

Yo i could use this to make a song and post it?

Gonth

I better give my man a shank, because he knows I’ll make him walk to plank (argh) My niggas know I don’t lay bricks, but for sure I’ll show him my clip

Who the fuck are you to tell me about struggle and strive like I aint learned to cope with the sleepless nights surrounded by pain and hunger rain and thunder stress I'm under comes as no surprise Why i wonder why sometimes

This beat is so extreme

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ofb is the largest drill rapper gang i know so far. with at least more than 10 rappers. thats insane bro

I wanna jump on this 🔥

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if i use this beat and for example make a tune and put it on link up tv or grm will it get taken off as theres no profit or ps comming to me??

can i use it i got some fire lyrics

Stuck in my town on a minimal wage born in a stable home but fuck it cah it’s likely I’ll catch a case. My bros in a trance like Eliot Page got a kick of green no Football games. Beef with the ops and jakes everywhere gotta be lowkey don’t say no names

Junction…

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I didnt hear that gunshot at 1:29

Yo I wanna spit some on this beat my guy u feel me

They all talk hard but they move soft, If they want smoke they all get got, Ma teams on lock we finish tha job neva play around put you ten feet under na glock, bruv I ain’t feeling well, Take me sins away let me burn in hell, Got a hole in ma heart cause a hole took na heart but I kept it low key so yous couldn’t tell, ye, had to grow up numb, neva had love, no dad, no mom, neva had friends cause they all turn fake but if I’m being honest dat made me strong, ye, they talk about god, how he’s so great and comes in a spiral, where was dis god when I begged on ma knees wit a gun to na head feeling suicidal,

Is there copyright on this I want to use this on my video

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, with bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at

Is this free to use

Bro put a box in draws 35s and scores Phone man if you want that Don't talk like you're bad, you ain't on that Combat, juice gon' spill like Cognac Whip that shit, don’t stop 'til I lock that Heard there's a mash on sale, man cop that Verbal abuse is long, akh stop that Back out the mash and drop that shot that If you want Buju man got that Ban and TT smash it and dot that chop that Countryside where the gwops at Jump in pics,you ain't bro man, crop that No whip then pedal bike risk it he flipped it Back out my shank and dip it ballistic Push in my shank and twist it Pebs in cling thats Oreo biscuits

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nat trykker mine venner Du kan ring til mig kun senere Jeg ringer til min brormand Og vi snakker altid om skejser Vi fik fem hundrede i går Og nu rejser vi til viborg Du kan ikke vide Som jeg gjorde i nat Du kan ikke vide Som jeg gøre i dag

What is the piano😅😂

look my lifes kinda changing like the four seasons i know guys that took there life for less than 4 reason c driving in the Mazda got me going on a detour pressing on the star I ain't or about a keyboard so dont act so solid when ur so soft I'm so wavy your so not fuck a chick I'll rather hold up the whole squad from my kicks to my meze rather be out ther trapping than flipping on a burger I'll be shitting on your head like a big grey bird I'll b pissing all this bread cuz the piff came 1st I be like biggie when I'm rapping I come out with words that ur not understanding but I just stay on my wave and keep rappin these kids these days get a slapping so they rap about things they have never ever done dads probbly thinking what the fuck happend to my son

Yo when I say I'm up here now I make all these niggas just frown i stepped in with my luoi gawn make all you niggas bowel dont make me step on your town i make all the yutes just frown I let you know I'm in bounds My ygs in the back with mac the back on back and I got the other yg g on the tac Back on back that's 2gs ah bro I'm feeling all boggi not even gonna lie I'm felling this groupie but she don't fit in in this crew g last month I was in the cell hitting these sell now I'm on bail let me tell u a tale jucie got spilled on the floor now they want war bitch adore bitch u whore run your face up the floor this thunder and lighting must be frightening my brudda just hop out fright em when your sipping your beer truss me r1 be out here changing gears

Why are me opps so lame Mama die vraagt of ik overleef Twee in me zak als ik overgeef Ganggenoot dood ik ga over de schreef Bloed op me ramble het komt uit zijn long Zwaar bewapend als ik stap op de block Moeders die huilen ze zijn nog in shock Maar me hart die zal huilen als ik ermee stop We zijn niet grappig vertellen geen mop Life of a Savage ik leef in een gok Druk me ramble in hersen of bot Verhinder me niet op me route naar macht Bezwijkende benen komt niet echt van pas Ramble on me als ik druk door je jas

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