sometimes i love just having the instrumental and rapping word for word at the top of my head, the feeling when u know ur still in sync, i love $B so much

Mad nostalgia when listening to some of their beats. Takes me back to time where music spoke to my soul.

"eh eh eh eh eh eh eh gibberish eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh gibberish" love it though

The beat is oddly chill asf

Damn this shit goes harddd

if you listen to this beat, while also watching the trailer for "Viy" (the lyric video visual) it fits togther all to well.

U did good $lick

Adicted to this

Fyre 🔥🔥

tanks

This beat thooo 🖤

meu remédio.

Fire 🔥🔥

good job with the vid! i can tell u had fun

Godly.

Broo gj, I love this beat and the song so much 💯🖤🖤

WETTO WETTO WETTO

Good Job

Thisss shit fiyaaaaaa🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Eh ehe he hee he he hit tha ita doe

goty

Anyone know what the opening sound fx is called?

Im interested in this beat

What movie is the video from? I love it

yo whats the sinewave sample you used? at 0:12

Can I use this beat possibly?

Did u pull this from the session files or actually get it spot on?

Vocal sample please

I wish someone would tell me how many BPM is this..

next time work on your timing the first sample started way too late everything else is good best one out fs

Where's that "music box" sample from?

Letras Videos Escuchar Resultados principales Wetto, Wetto, Wetto Wetto, Wetto, Wetto Wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, wet (Wetto!) I got the Glock in my yoga pants Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance Swangin' that K with an open stance Loaded from smoking that opium Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in All of my walls, they closing in 51-50, they tryna come get me Just minding my business and moseying Matte black, smokin' packs Panic attacks, back to back Xanax on my lap, debating (hmm) Should I relapse? But back to the hoe I was talkin' 'bout I just wanna put it up in her mouth Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz? Thuggin' that dirty South Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey 59 Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side $licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughter up your daughter Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water (ay!) Any time, any place, any hood, any state Good 'til it fuckin' ain't, Woods to the fucking face Ridin' with my baby Sage, lines on expensive plates Tears on my diamond chains, stoic, never looking phased Poet when I'm spitting game (game) Show me how that pussy shaved (shaved) Dosage climbin' with my shame (shame) Mama crying for my pain (pain) Will they ever understand? Can I even help my dad? Money fuckin' up my fam' Givin' until there's nothing left Pulling up in that latest (damn!) Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans Went to my hood and I copped some land Blowing through money like Democrats Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax Why the fuck you look to me for help? There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt, I don't know There's a fine line between me and you The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and prolly puke Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through But I'm still shinin', baby girl wildin' Catch me ridin' by with that look in my eyes Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm grippin' my nine Yeah, I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height Standin' tall over my grave

This is clearly not instrumental, take away the makin it rich