I’m getting sturdy wit it🔥🔥

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Need she a got thing instrumental ASAP

Sure, here's a short text in the style of Pop Smoke "Rollin' through the city, vibes so gritty, I'm feelin' litty. fire in my eyes, no surprise, I'm over the city skies. From the block to the stage, I'm risin' up, breakin' out the cage. Never back down, never fear, I'm the voice they wanna hear. Smokin' on that loud, livin' life proud, ain't no doubt, I wear the crown. Brooklyn's where I'm from, where I learned to hustle and never run. Yeah, I'm gone too soon, but my legacy's here to boom, play my tunes." Remember, Pop Smoke's style was characterized by his unique voice, energetic delivery, and references to his upbringing and experiences.

Good job bro

the beat is ON POINT

Rip might have to rip the beat now ☹️

Already sheesh

Nice 😁

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This shit is fiiiiiire Greet's from germany

Shawty gon !!!!!!!!!!

Nice

Intro] Traphouse Mob Yoz, what you tellin' me? (Yeah) What you tellin' me? Yeah I got Snacks to the right of me I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo Look, look Ayy, what up? Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? Hey, what them folks talkin' 'bout? Huh, look, huh [Verse] Buddy gon' grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that Send shots, make 'em get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My niggas ain't into that Nigga be talkin' hot, but he ain't on shit (Woo) I got like fifty rounds up in this clip If I go to jail, nigga, I'll plead the Fifth (Uh?) 'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh? I'm like nigga, fuck the pigs The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick?" I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic" My lawyer like, "Poppy, why you brazen?" I said, "I pop a Perc' and feel amazin'" I shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh Look at the money I'm raisin' She wanna fuck, hold on She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment She get dick and edible arrangements That's the only form of payment Shawty a snack And after I snack, I'ma blow out her back She like, "Poppy, you so crazy," huh I told her, "Wine on me, baby" (Woah) She want a star She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are These hoes be dirty, ain't hittin' 'em raw When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore (Grrt) She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at (Woo) She goin' all gas, no chit-chat (Ayy) She goin' all gas, no chit-chat Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum) Here come that boy with the drum (Woo) If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (Brrt, brrt) If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy I go dumb, dumb, dumb (Go dumb) Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped (Baow) Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Pop, pop, pop)

MAKING A KILLING.

جو مريخي كوكب ثاني في الساحة انا ملك زماني تسمعني تروق became the beat ادماني قلمي متفوق انا عصري باني اتعاطى البيت كانه هيروين تسمع شيء نضيف tell me its clean يعدل مزاجك كانه دوبامين مزاجك يتعدل في دقيقتين في الساحة مصنف MC قلمي معنف بطل UFC انا اسطورة تتخلد سطورة على مدى عصورة As u see ماشفتوا انتو شيء ذا لسا بس TEST ما شفتوا المعنى الحقيقي لكلمة ARTIST مختم ام اللعبة هنا انا best مختم ام اللعبة هنا انا فزت تبغى old ولا drill لو تسمع الف مرا ما تمل تسمع تنعجب تنطرب تفل هنا الحماس دائما عالي ما يقل ( Woooh ) قلمي يقوم لهب لو قدامه حطب قلمي محارب ب اعلى الرتب تزداد الذهيرة كل ما كتب ما يوقف كتابه لو ضده شعب في اقل من ساعة هنا Done واذا كتبت ما اكتب الا فن هنا الLyric طلقات Gun اول ما يجيك اشعار تجيني فاك Run ( لان جوي ) جو different from everyone هنا الاوزان تنقاس بالطن Fire burning like the sun ما يستمع احد الا وادمن في كم من دقيقة اقوم حريقة بس ب مجرد تشتغل موسيقى اتفنن بLyric لين عقلك يتجمد بس يشتغل البيت خلايا مخك بفلواتي تتنشط والي بيعاديني ويقوم تفلت من هنا يتمشط

What you tellin' me? Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me I got Mickey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo, yeah, look Ay, what up Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? What them folks talkin' 'bout? Huh Look Buddy gon', grrrt that, grrrt that, blrrt that, blrrt that Send shots, make him get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My niggas ain't in to that Nigga be talkin' up, but he ain't on shit (woo) I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (uh) If I go to jail, nigga, I plead the fifth (uh) 'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid I'm like, "Nigga, fuck the pigs" The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick" I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vick" My lawyer like, "Poppy, why you bring Xan" I said, "I pop a Perc and feel amazin'" Shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh Look at the money, I'm raisin' She wanna fuck, hold on She's stuck in a book, have her wait for arraignment She get dick, edible arrangements That's the only form a payment Shawty a snack And after I slack, I'ma blow out her back She like, "Poppy, you so crazy" I told her, "Wind on me, baby" (huh) She want a star, she wanna fuck and she know who we are These hoes they be dirty, I ain't hittin' them raw When it comes to hoes, I got bitches galore (woo) She wanna grip that, lick that Ass, where the stick at Freak bitch for my dick, where her lips at She gone off gas, no chit-chit (ay) She gone off gas, no chit-chit (ay) Ay, grab up her bum (bum) Here come that boy with the drum (Woo) If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run If he want the smoke, knock this beef out his blunt, ay I go dum-dum-dumb (go dumb) Air it out, leave 'em slum-slum-slumped (baow) Fuck what they say, they know that I'm Gucci Pull up with a pum-pum-pump

Bro what 808 did you use

yo can I get the project file for this

Is this version of the beat still up for sale? It says page not found in the link.

nice nice im recording song

Was this produced by you?

What’s the name of the sound effect of a glass smash and police siren?

Can you do mannequin

Is it a sample or sth I know that's the slowed down melody from scarlxrd's making a killing , that's all I know

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Free ?

What 808 did you use?

COPYRIGHT?

Sounds like London scammer

no, u did not make it

What you tellin' me? Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me I got Mickey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo, yeah, look Ay, what up Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? What them folks talkin' 'bout? Huh Look Buddy gon', grrrt that, grrrt that, blrrt that, blrrt that Send shots, make him get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My niggas ain't in to that Nigga be talkin' up, but he ain't on shit (woo) I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (uh) If I go to jail, nigga, I plead the fifth (uh) 'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid I'm like, "Nigga, fuck the pigs" The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick" I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vick" My lawyer like, "Poppy, why you bring Xan" I said, "I pop a… Übersetzen in: Deutsch

What you tellin' me? Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me I got Mickey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo, yeah, look Ay, what up Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? What them folks talkin' 'bout? Huh Look Buddy gon', grrrt that, grrrt that, blrrt that, blrrt that Send shots, make him get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My niggas ain't in to that Nigga be talkin' up, but he ain't on shit (woo) I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (uh) If I go to jail, nigga, I plead the fifth (uh) 'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid I'm like, "Nigga, fuck the pigs" The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick" I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vick" My lawyer like, "Poppy, why you bring Xan" I said, "

What you tellin' me? Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me I got Mickey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo, yeah, look Ay, what up Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? What them folks talkin' 'bout? Huh Look Buddy gon', grrrt that, grrrt that, blrrt that, blrrt that Send shots, make him get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My niggas ain't in to that Nigga be talkin' up, but he ain't on shit (woo) I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (uh) If I go to jail, nigga, I plead the fifth (uh) 'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid I'm like, "Nigga, fuck the pigs" The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick" I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vick" My lawyer like, "Poppy, why you bring Xan" I said, "I pop a Perc and feel amazin'" Shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh Look at the money, I'm raisin' She wanna fuck, hold on She's stuck in a book, have her wait for arraignment She get dick, edible arrangements That's the only form a payment Shawty a snack And after I slack, I'ma blow out her back She like, "Poppy, you so crazy" I told her, "Wind on me, baby" (huh) She want a star, she wanna fuck and she know who we are These hoes they be dirty, I ain't hittin' them raw When it comes to hoes, I got bitches galore (woo) She wanna grip that, lick that Ass, where the stick at Freak bitch for my dick, where her lips at She gone off gas, no chit-chit (ay) She gone off gas, no chit-chit (ay) Ay, grab up her bum (bum) Here come that boy with the drum (Woo) If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run If he want the smoke, knock this beef out his blunt, ay I go dum-dum-dumb (go dumb) Air it out, leave 'em slum-slum-slumped (baow) Fuck what they say, they know that I'm Gucci Pull up with a pum-pum-pump

What you tellin' me? Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me I got Mickey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo, yeah, look Ay, what up Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? What them folks talkin' 'bout? Huh Look Buddy gon', grrrt that, grrrt that, blrrt that, blrrt that Send shots, make him get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My niggas ain't in to that Nigga be talkin' up, but he ain't on shit (woo) I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (uh) If I go to jail, nigga, I plead the fifth (uh) 'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid I'm like, "Nigga, fuck the pigs" The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick" I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vick" My lawyer like, "Poppy, why you bring Xan" I said, "I pop a Perc and feel amazin'" Shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh Look at the money, I'm raisin' She wanna fuck, hold on She's stuck in a book, have her wait for arraignment She get dick, edible arrangements That's the only form a payment Shawty a snack And after I slack, I'ma blow out her back She like, "Poppy, you so crazy" I told her, "Wind on me, baby" (huh) She want a star, she wanna fuck and she know who we are These hoes they be dirty, I ain't hittin' them raw When it comes to hoes, I got bitches galore (woo) She wanna grip that, lick that Ass, where the stick at Freak bitch for my dick, where her lips at She gone off gas, no chit-chit (ay) She gone off gas, no chit-chit (ay) Ay, grab up her bum (bum) Here come that boy with the drum (Woo) If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run If he want the smoke, knock this beef out his blunt, ay I go dum-dum-dumb (go dumb) Air it out, leave 'em slum-slum-slumped (baow) Fuck what they say, they know that I'm Gucci Pull up with a pum-pum-pump