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Did you fucking re prod this shit??? 😭

This song is why we got meet the Graham's.. kdot heard this

Ridin Spinners memories.

Me

Dragon

the cricket sfx on the first beat just goes so stupid

I’ll see if these niggas FUTURE sleeping at rest stops (Future Diss) And have your sole earnings and profits come from that WING STOP (Ross Diss) Fuck I wish he woulda released this 😢 I think only reason he didn’t was cause he respect future too much and though twice about . Out of everyone going at him I figure that’s the relationship he values the most . Of course I could be wrong, just my theory . Wish he woulda released it tho 🔥🔥🔥

This b!tch right here the one ☝️

He a fan he a fan 😂😂

Ngl the beat go hard but only a single melody dang

[Intro] Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse 1] Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Party at the party playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minorrrrrr. [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 2] You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin' Fuck a caption, want action, no accident And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 3] Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar [Bridge] Mm Mm-mm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

tuff

This is far more graceful in comparison to the heart part 6. If Drake real made this, we would've had so much more entertainment.😅

Yoo how much for this beat n licensing

where all the mula sakee and mac ova seas fans at???????

This was real it was too much off top and real nasty but mostly unfinished, he dissin pusha t when it cuts off shit got leaked unfinished

W beat

Niggas stealing Debo even with heat on em he’ll be finding Nemo Flared cuz I ain’t shared yo sht Niggas emo Biting all my sht is that’s what you use yo teeth for All on my dick I get monica Lewinsky Give af but yo sneak disses this henny here been hitting me Dh gate on yo jays you getting me Got a few Brittanie’s but the other two slippery Barber know cut from different cloth he say I’m dippery Nina and fifth on me don’t know what the lord sent for me

Im dissing @yourfriendkyle

Im going to diss my teacher and friend who left us for the girls

This and ether are not the same beat. Very different sound plus the break in not like us makes it way different than ether.

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want Hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'Za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mhm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

Pussy money weed lil wayne

🔥🔥🔥

Intro] Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse 1] Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Party at the party playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 2] You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin' Fuck a caption, want action, no accident And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 3] Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar [Bridge] Mm Mm-mm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way [Outro] Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

The piano part go hard asf 🔥🔥

You can always tell a Cali hit

In my mind I went hard 😂😂😂😂

This beat ass

Bro how tf you find the instrumental not even an hour after the song dropped😭

🌋🌋🌋

I’m here cause I can’t imagine HBCU’s bands killing this piece!

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want Hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'Za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mhm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want Hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'Za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mhm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

Here to get ready for a rap battle

You quick asf 😂

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor

Joo joris vanavond schuur? Ai ik ben onderweg Ik heb de zazaboys gek gemaakt met de schuur 1.0 nog steeds shoutout naar harry altijd Go Ik heb het over de schuur Je loopt binnen en het ruikt er naar zuen en vuur Jonko op mijn balkon want ik betaal zelf de huir Is de zuen op dan bellen we plugs en voor ons niks te duur Ben op scorro afwezig zit te staren in de klas want ik kan alleen maar denken aan die wierie in mijn tas Je mannen zijn niet bereikbaar ze flippen die assie met djallas Je flipt alleen slecht, en ik flipt hier met mijn matties. Djalla De schuur is bekend, sinds een paar jaar een monument. Ik schijf dit voor de trend die ik zelf heb gepland Ben met JJ en Quickpoff en cakeje en Ww wij zijn hier bekend Schreef dit skaffa toen ik spacede in mijn bed En je hoort me zelfs skaffa kom ik harder dan ket Fuck 16 bars ik maak mijn eigen couplet Want na de schuur 1.0 verdien ik zwaar jou respect Juicy J is de naam J-dot moet je verdienen Fuck zonlicht in jonko zitten mijn vitaminen Blijf jij maar thuis is wat ik zeg in deze bar Want je bent not like us ik voel me kendrick lamar Ey beat aan het smoken net als zuen in de schuur ey Hollandse groente en zaterdag puur ey tanden zijn vies net zo geel als de muur ey 1 2 3 4 5 + 5 ey gram in mijn jonko’s en ik heb ook wat cake Ey Ben niet met djallas zoals freaky ass drake Zit bij boons, ovh, lambertijnenhof klaar Niks dat hit als de schuur ik ben het allerliefste daar ey

You to quick wit it thought I was gon have to wait a month foe it

plete Lyrics to Kendrick Lamar's "Not Like Us" Drake Diss Intro Psst, I see dead people Mustard on the beat, h* Verse 1 Aye Mustard on the beat, h* Deebo any rap, n***a, he a free throw Man down Call an ambulance, tell him, "Breath, bro" Nail a n***a to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni a** n***as tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, f**k ’em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Verse 2 Beat your a*s and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show n***as Certified boogeyman, I'm the one they up the score with ’em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some h* in him Pole on him, extort s**t, bully the ’fro on him Say Drake, I hear you like ’em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any b***h that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your little sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs Then party at the party playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified lover boy, certified pedophile Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot f**k ’em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why he trollin' like a b***h? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Read More: Here Are the Complete Lyrics for Kendrick Lamar's 'Not Like Us' - XXL | www.xxlmag.com/kendrick-lamar-lyrics-not-like-us/?

I am lonelyy i am mister lonely I have nobody.. for my ownnn

LEMME HEAR YOU SAY OV HOE

PanoramicaTesto Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want Hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'Za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mhm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

It sounds like a song from GTA

Jaunt tough

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want Hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'Za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mhm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

HE GONE.. he aint playing dead/ Bet this beat made drake do the stanky leg/ This gone make the hustlas bring them drops out/ all you fake n*ggas better waaatch ooouutttttttt/ Hit'em on the head , we gon wake'em up/ N*ggas too comfortable we gon shake shit up/ K dot got the whole game worked up/ Everybody hopping on the wave n*gga surfs up/ Drizzy swore he got busy but got burnt up/ Not like us ... got the whole world turnt up/ N*ggas crip walking On the canada flag/ Aubrey got his whole damn country looking bad/ From the west to the east we from l.a. to japan/ Every hood you go known for bagging up Grahams(grams)/ This not a diss this more like a eulogy/ Hip hop is sick of this lightskin's bafoonery/ That boys downfall happened so beautifully/ Thought he' be gangsta cuz he bought pacs jewelery?/ Stop it, cuz boy you could never be/ crazy how one song f'd up his legacy/ Now its all over for the singing n*gga/ "Wah gwan delilah" is you kidding n*gga/ Somebody please ..tell me thats a joke/ That was the corniest verse that he never wrote/ Question, why his fans so sensitive/ Think he's looking for a job , with all those song references/ Drag his career like im dragging a corpse/ Drake the type to eat his pizza wit a fork/ He the type to catch a tan in the shade/ Aubrey and mr not nice dancing in the rain/ Hold up..did he say trapping/ Either way doesnt matter it never happened/ Bakka said his girl calls'em usher/ Thatz because he piss fire every time he f*cks her/ Stupid n*gga...you just gotta let it burn/ Got the whole OVO team on red alert/ All yall PU$$Y, i can smell the pharamones/ Plus i heard he down low, like barritones/ They gon record his death with the cameras on/ He gon get layed out flat like herringbone/

This should’ve been titled, “Not like us clean version”

WTH is this doing on a Pizza Tower SFX playlist 💀

Stupid cold .. icy af 🥶🥶🔥