@@UndeadSlim But that means 69 used a cali beat because that bass line is cali. Even gummo is an old school g funk type beat. East coast been imitating the west coast lately
Pull up on your block, then I bleed it Guy that Mike Crook Blueface, baby Yeah, aight Pull up on your block, then I bleed it Pull up on your block, then I bleed it (bleed it) Slidin', if I don't drop somethin', I can't leave it (I can't leave it) Wock' got me po'ed, but this TEC got him leanin' (got him leanin') Never let the beef get cold, where's the meat at? (Where's the meat at?) Pull up on your block, then I bleed it (bleed it) Slidin', if I don't drop somethin', I can't leave it (I can't leave it) Wock' got me po'ed, but this TEC got him leanin' (got him leanin') Never let the beef get cold, where's the meat at? (Where's the meat at?) Fuck a handgun, bitch, I brought a MAC in (MAC in) Gotta keep a technical in case a nigga hackin' (hackin') Glock with a dick on my lap, I'm in traffic (traffic) My pistol bloated, ready to unload it ('load it) Pop up least expected, like a notice (notice) Famous Crip, everywhere I go, people notice I started to notice, you gotta watch the people closest (closest) Dozin' off in this Benz 'cause I can afford not to focus Glock make 'em disappear, hocus pocus (hocus pocus) I work too hard, bitch, I'm never lackin' (never lackin') I tote pistols, you niggas type in all captions (yeah, aight) I really pop it, you niggas need to stop cappin' (stop the cappin') Pull up on your block, then I bleed it (bleed it) Slidin', if I don't drop somethin', I can't leave it (I can't leave it) Wock' got me po'ed, but this TEC got him leanin' (got him leanin') Never let the beef get cold, where's the meat at? (Where's the meat at?) Pull up on your block, then I bleed it (bleed it) Slidin', if I don't drop somethin', I can't leave it (I can't leave it) Wock' got me po'ed, but this TEC got him leanin' (got him leanin') Never let the beef get cold, where's the meat at? (Where's the meat at?) Pull up on your block, then I bleed it (bleed it) Slidin', if I don't drop somethin', I can't leave it (I can't leave it) I don't get mad, dumb nigga, I get even (I get even) You been rappin', I just do this on the weekend (on the weekend) They don't wanna believe it, so I had to repeat it (repeat it) They envy me, I'm MVP, this is my season Creepin' in the Jeep, turn this bitch to Jeepers Creepers (Jeepers Creepers) Treat my bitch like a pistol, no such thing as keepers These bitches throwaways, bust once, then I throw away (yeah, aight) I'm a fly Crip, baby, I don't know no other way (true) Ah-ha-ha On Schoolyard, bitch, yeah, aight Pull up on your block, then I bleed it (bleed it) Slidin', if I don't drop somethin', I can't leave it (I can't leave it) Wock' got me po'ed, but this TEC got him leanin' (got him leanin') Never let the beef get cold, where's the meat at? (Where's the meat at?) Pull up on your block, then I bleed it (bleed it) Slidin', if I don't drop somethin', I can't leave it (I can't leave it) Wock' got me po'ed, but this TEC got him leanin' (got him leanin') Never let the beef get cold, where's the meat at? (Where's the meat at
Yea ight Ain't superman but he got the crip-to-nite Got your shorty comin here tonight Told lol shorty star light,star bright Thought I was a kid's bok till I started acting right Ngl,I'ma really funny guy Switchin voices like flows is a piece of pie Nice and sweet,I'm tryna see what's underneath Make her sink her teeth,ayy You can call me a crip cause I don't get respect from my blood She said "it is what it is" no that's what it was
This beat is 🔥🔥🔥 bro & I'm definitely going to put a fire as hook on it & let it fly. Imma send you a copy after I sing on it ...this a dope as beat!!!
Walkin Down the street til they Gawkin At me Must think that I'm Hopsin Creepin in the back I didnt hear em kick the front in Now I'm runnin back Because my homies got to bustin I aint tryna die Thinkin ima nice guy Nice try I'ma hit the gass Goin eighty five Think I might crash But I'm feelin so alive
YEA IGHT, I WROTE SOME LYRICS , ( Song ) ( first part ) I got like 20 bands in my bag, bitches wanna stay they know it's too late, Saying they like my music, but all I see is complaint, I be Ballin like I'm Robinson, but dunking like I'm Nate, Came from a rough neighbourhood, you know that I just escaped. They said they could finish me, but they don't know I got a Glock on my waist. 2 glocks 3 glocks ( 1.5 sec pause ) 4 like I'm chased. ( second part ) Wait a minute, no chase I beat the case, that Lil nigga tripping, well his death awaits his death awaits, ye death awaits, what death awaits.ayyy death awaits. (3rd part ) If we catch a nigga lacking, then we gon be attacking, Yo head wide open like an egg we been cracking 2 to 3 shots in the chest had a young nigga flapping Earn my easy bands, then you now I be relaxing. Earning easy bands, of course, I ain't capping, Pulled out a machete, then you know they be backing, big ass gun, it's the clip that I'm attaching two shots thru the glass had a young nigga crashing. (4th part) Pulled up to your block, in a Mercedes van Dressed in black, that's where the real shit began Fired all 100 rounds, niggas started to dance Nigga bleeding out, I left after one glance.
Was astray from the start wit that thing in the dark if I’m ever framed for it they ain’t aiming at ya heart I been knocking out opps since playing at the park reborn man of god so I’m saved from the scars
