EARTHGANG ft. JID, J. Cole - WATERBOYZ (FULL HQ INSTRUMENTAL) *reprod* 

Bruh thank you for this you snapped fr

I like earth gang & Jid & J. Cole 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

This man's.said copy and paste 🔥🔥🔥

You really made a great job ski fyyye sample 🥵🔥🔥

Hi Mizzy this so dope!

Did you add that bass. It was not kicking like that before. Dajuan!?

Yeah What's up, man? (What's up, man?) What's up, gang? (What's up, gang?) I'm gettin' this money (gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (trappin' this water) Making shit shake (making shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed, most likely twist my weed (yeah, yeah) Most likely took your money doin' somethin' I believe (slick shit) Most likely put the city on my back it ain't a V (ain't a V) Most likely got the people goin' crazy overseas I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus) I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep) I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (abd the Mercury) Push the three hundred (push the three hundred) Like a Bentley (like a Bentley) Niggas ain't nothin' if they ain't with me (if they ain't with me) Yeah, yeah, set up the future for my M's, this shit ain't cheap Know it's a dirty, dirty game, but bitch on me you better not cheat Shawty a deep, shawty a freak, whatever I walk, gold on my feet Down to my last, I was fucked up, I was down bad like cornrow Meek See, hoochies pop coochies for Gucci And models will swallow for Prada But bitch, I don't even want that shit If I felt like I buy you, you, you, you, you, that, that and this I'm lit What's up, man? (What's up, man?) What's up, gang? (What's up, gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (trappin' this water) Making shit shake (making shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (bitch, give me a break) (whoa, whoa) What up kinfolks? What up twin? What the hell they say happened to Tim? Man, I heard he got locked up again I been meanin' to talk to him And say the streets don't play no games So pray for safety All he gon' say is, "Okay, okay" But he steady bangin' like the 808s Say your boy is breakin' the bank I should hire my boy on a day-to-day That's the way he could stay out the way Sanitation, we stay out the wastes Sunset, he wanna stay at the one Get a woman, run away to L.A. Where the Devil's waiting And the hoochies pop pussy for Pucci And robbers be robbin' the robbers I see the evil is in disguise, all of my idols already died I took a flight and I took a drive Made a left, hit the light and this lil' guy said What's up, man? (What's up, man?) What's up, gang? (What's up, gang?) I'm gettin' this money (gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (trappin' this water) Making shit shake (making shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Boy, you look thirsty (need some water) Shit, a nigga been workin' Shit, a nigga been hustlin' Shit, a nigga been hurtin' Shit, a nigga been strokin', bitches been squirtin' My flow pull out, the opposite of early Nigga been wipin' up dookie and burpin' I was with the toolie right on my person I be on Southside swervin', goin' like a fly route Moms on the grind, goin' hard, look at my child Pop's at the bar with the Yak in the car When my new shit drop, you can all quit your jobs now Fuckin' on the thot, and she give the best top, wow Backshot, pound, dog her out like a Chow Chow Waterworld, hustle 'til the whole world drownin' And grandmomma got fought at the water fountain Ridin' 'round with the fivr percent tint on the Crown Vic G's move in silence, rather make moves then announcements See an opportunity and pounce it You at the red light surrounded Better go 'head with the clown shit You gon' regret when you doubted You know you left when we was down bad sleepin' on couches Ha, should've fucked around and found out, bitch What's up, man? (What's up, man?) What's up, gang? (What's up, gang?) I'm gettin' this money (gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (trappin' this water) Making shit shake (making shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed (yeah, yeah), most likely twist my weed (yeah, yeah) Most likely took your money (yeah, yeah) doin' somethin' I believe (yeah, yeah) Most likely put the city (yeah, yeah) on my back it ain't a V (yeah, yeah) Most likely got the people (yeah, yeah) goin' crazy overseas (uh) I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus) I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep) I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (and the Mercury) Push the three hundred (push the three hundred) Like a Bentley (like a Bentley) Niggas ain't nothin' if they ain't with me (if they ain't with me) (uh, yeah) Me, I been layin' low, peepin' this shit from a distance And checkin' this chicken, no GMO These niggas look rich but they broke, I be playin' poor Please don't get it fucked up from this homeless aesthetic Whole lot of homes And I ain't even put up the tour but it sold out already I'm general sell high, niggas is breaded I'm gettin' it now and shit is pathetic They only respect when you talkin' your shit I ain't really that nigga to toot his own horn But today, look, I'm honkin' this bitch No more Off-Season, it's capital B on my car season If I happen to be in the mall and you catch yourself lookin' at me Then you're stargazin' Don't be dappin' with me if your heart shakin' Two-faced niggas get the business, I went from rags to riches There's too many bags, I can't do the math, bitch, I need a statistician I think I might enter the draft the way I got a ratchet, ask the Pistons Y'all niggas Planet Fitness, I don't panic, no-no Kyrie under pressure, my handles are cold They can't fuck with me and I stand on that quote That's never gon' change like Santa Claus clothes I know a young man wanna stand on my throat But I never hate, I'm a fan of lil' bro But bro got a long way to go (yo) If he think that he ever gon' catch up with Cole What's up, man? (What's up, man?) What's up, gang? (What's up, gang?) I'm gettin' this money (gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (trappin' this water) Making shit shake (making shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (bitch, give me a break)

So I'm writing my hitlist, It goes like, anyone think they prolific, explicit or gifted come mess around here with my lyrics, culminated inside and infectious, dephricated on and rejected but still came from surprise unexpected yea, flexing my shit tomorrow I'll be on the next tip, top of the nexus, this a blessing with the spoken words I'm ejectin, stepping outta the way of deception,shining so bright no reflectives, give me a second, no GIVE ME ALL I REQUESTED or this best shyt from This bastard or leave u all alone no hesitation Been on the status of quo, been ready to use as soon as you so go, no better a method to what has happened included in music and let tht bitxh flow, look how could you know or expect my heart to run on this coal I'm the number one combator nobody do it better so how else do you expect to flow heh what's up man...

Yeah, me, I been layin' low Peepin' this shit from a distance And checkin' this chicken, no GMO These niggas look rich but they broke, got me playin' poor Please don't get it fucked up from this homeless aesthetic Whole lot of homes And I ain't even put up the tour but it sold out already I'm General Tso how a nigga is breaded I'm gettin' it now and shit is pathetic They only respect when you talkin' your shit I ain't really that nigga to toot his own horn But today, look, I'm honkin' this bitch No more Off-Season, it's capital B on my car season If I happen to be in the mall and you catch yourself lookin' at me Then you're stargazin' Don't be dappin' with me if your heart shakin' Two-faced niggas get the business, I went from rags to riches There's too many bags, I can't do the math, bitch, I need a statistician I think I might enter the draft the way I got a ratchet, ask the Pistons Y'all niggas Planet Fitness, I don't panic, no-no Kyrie under pressure, my handles are cold They can't fuck with me and I stand on that quote That's never gon' change like Santa Claus clothes I know a young man wanna stand on my throat But I never hate, I'm a fan of lil' bro But bro got a long way to go If he think that he ever gon' catch up with Cole

Damn... this beat slaps harder than Will Smith slapped Chris Rock.

Do you know if it’s ok to make a song to this and only post it on instagram?

No Kap this Slapps

Im bout to snap on this beat. Love the bassline

Can you remake obnoxious by immortal technique?

Bro can u reproduce Bobby Boucher by Earthgang they dropped that shit yesterday

Yo! What happened to your “pipe down” instrumental?

Lit

🔥

It would be amazing if you could try to recreate power by earthgang

Damn you first

I like this😍

damn

I went from waterboy to a veteran player, Cheese creator for the cheese I grate is greater, I’m stacking it, like a cone-piece thumb packing it, lungs attacking it, exhale cause my flows immaculate

I would like to use this for a lil min 👀😁❤️

Videos Meaning JID Earthgang jid J Cole Images Shopping News Books All filters Search Results WATERBOYZ / Lyrics Main Results Yeah What's up, man? (What's up, man?) What's up, gang? (What's up, gang?) I'm gettin' this money (gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (trappin' this water) Making shit shake (making shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed, most likely twist my weed (yeah, yeah) Most likely took your money doin' somethin' I believe (slick shit) Most likely put the city on my back it ain't a V (ain't a V) Most likely got the people goin' crazy overseas I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus) I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep) I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (abd the Mercury) Push the three hundred (push the three hundred) Like a Bentley (like a Bentley) Niggas ain't nothin' if they ain't with me (if they ain't with me) Yeah, yeah, set up the future for my M's, this shit ain't cheap Know it's a dirty, dirty game, but bitch on me you better not cheat Shawty a deep, shawty a freak, whatever I walk, gold on my feet Down to my last, I was fucked up, I was down bad like cornrow Meek See, hoochies pop coochies for Gucci And models will swallow for Prada But bitch, I don't even want that shit If I felt like I buy you, you, you, you, you, that, that and this I'm lit What's up, man? (What's up, man?) What's up, gang? (What's up, gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (trappin' this water) Making shit shake (making shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (bitch, give me a break) (whoa, whoa) What up kinfolks? What up twin? What the hell they say happened to Tim? Man, I heard he got locked up again I been meanin' to talk to him And say the streets don't play no games So pray for safety All he gon' say is, "Okay, okay" But he steady bangin' like the 808s Say your boy is breakin' the bank I should hire my boy on a day-to-day That's the way he could stay out the way Sanitation, we stay out the wastes Sunset, he wanna stay at the one Get a woman, run away to L.A. Where the Devil's waiting And the hoochies pop pussy for Pucci And robbers be robbin' the robbers I see the evil is in disguise, all of my idols already died I took a flight and I took a drive Made a left, hit the light and this lil' guy said What's up, man? (What's up, man?) What's up, gang? (What's up, gang?) I'm gettin' this money (gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (trappin' this water) Making shit shake (making shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Boy, you look thirsty (need some water) Shit, a nigga been workin' Shit, a nigga been hustlin' Shit, a nigga been hurtin' Shit, a nigga been strokin', bitches been squirtin' My flow pull out, the opposite of early Nigga been wipin' up dookie and burpin' I was with the toolie right on my person I be on Southside swervin', goin' like a fly route Moms on the grind, goin' hard, look at my child Pop's at the bar with the Yak in the car When my new shit drop, you can all quit your jobs now Fuckin' on the thot, and she give the best top, wow Backshot, pound, dog her out like a Chow Chow Waterworld, hustle 'til the whole world drownin' And grandmomma got fought at the water fountain Ridin' 'round with the fivr percent tint on the Crown Vic G's move in silence, rather make moves then announcements See an opportunity and pounce it You at the red light surrounded Better go 'head with the clown shit You gon' regret when you doubted You know you left when we was down bad sleepin' on couches Ha, should've fucked around and found out, bitch What's up, man? (What's up, man?) What's up, gang? (What's up, gang?) I'm gettin' this money (gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (trappin' this water) Making shit shake (making shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed (yeah, yeah), most likely twist my weed (yeah, yeah) Most likely took your money (yeah, yeah) doin' somethin' I believe (yeah, yeah) Most likely put the city (yeah, yeah) on my back it ain't a V (yeah, yeah) Most likely got the people (yeah, yeah) goin' crazy overseas (uh) I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus) I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep) I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (and the Mercury) Push the three hundred (push the three hundred) Like a Bentley (like a Bentley) Niggas ain't nothin' if they ain't with me (if they ain't with me) (uh, yeah) Me, I been layin' low, peepin' this shit from a distance And checkin' this chicken, no GMO These niggas look rich but they broke, I be playin' poor Please don't get it fucked up from this homeless aesthetic Whole lot of homes And I ain't even put up the tour but it sold out already I'm general sell high, niggas is breaded I'm gettin' it now and shit is pathetic They only respect when you talkin' your shit I ain't really that nigga to toot his own horn But today, look, I'm honkin' this bitch No more Off-Season, it's capital B on my car season If I happen to be in the mall and you catch yourself lookin' at me Then you're stargazin' Don't be dappin' with me if your heart shakin' Two-faced niggas get the business, I went from rags to riches There's too many bags, I can't do the math, bitch, I need a statistician I think I might enter the draft the way I got a ratchet, ask the Pistons Y'all niggas Planet Fitness, I don't panic, no-no Kyrie under pressure, my handles are cold They can't fuck with me and I stand on that quote That's never gon' change like Santa Claus clothes I know a young man wanna stand on my throat But I never hate, I'm a fan of lil' bro But bro got a long way to go (yo) If he think that he ever gon' catch up with Cole What's up, man? (What's up, man?) What's up, gang? (What's up, gang?) I'm gettin' this money (gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (trappin' this water) Making shit shake (making shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (bitch, give me a break)

Writing this shit in the comments Words over head like some comets Let’s keep it on topic Free ya mind fuck a locket Keep a pen in my pocket, my vibes always positive Ready to rhyme on command This something the general sends I’m going all in Guaranteed bet if you invest in me I put in the work, yeah I watered the seed Nature my tree of life, Young Simba the way that I’m filled of pride Heal from the scars of my past What don’t kill me makes me stronger Gohan in the cell saga, ima super Saiyan Supped up with the god energy, never question my ability Flows an acquired taste, it’s okay If you need time to adapt to the symphony Plan to be here for a while leader of the new style Hard to judge when your hearts on trial Aye mamacita! Been a minute since I seen ya’ Tell me where have ya been Wanna fuck you like I just got outta the pen Cause every move you make them ass and titties shake Usually stay in my frame But for you I’m a feind till this day Don’t get it confused I ain’t throwing bouquet’s Only flowers I’m throwing at graves Tat a tear on my face, all this liquid I traced Got me looking like Bobby booshe Water boyz, Water boyz, We be untouchable, touchable Close to the cliff like a huxstable Old money like dinosaur Water boyz, Water boyz, (Splish)

1.25 vibe timbaland

ain’t for the politicn I’m looking around for a pot to piss in Don’t talk to me I only talk to the Gs Was raised in the capital P We in south of the river All my letters I send Know I deliver contemplate my next move that Imma make Count up the digits Was your estimate And

Proceed with caution. Faults seemlessly flawless causing immediate harvests reaping devious awesomes flossing from previous farces. The farthest from integral living founded on greediest visions and deadly decisions the wickedest farmers. You wrestle with martians, spiritual arsons causing impulsive convulsions burning your soul, look what it's costing! This world you lost in. I just pray you find your life in the words that I'm tossing.

Amazing thanks man. Could you do RUN TOO instrumental possibly? 🙏 🙏 🙏