Lil Baby & DaBaby - Baby [Instrumental] (Prod. By Wheezy) + DL via @Hipstrumentals 

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Such a simple beat but it go hard af

It's always the most simplest beats that hit the hardest

This needs to be the gta 6 loading screen beat

Beat so wavy I could surf on it.

Beats sure have changed

Bruh this beat tought me so much bout how to properly mix an 808 for reaaaaaaaaalllllllllllll. I appreciate wheezy for this beat dude

🗣This beat hard af 🥶

0:36 the coldest part of the song

Bruh this beat go so hard I can dance with the instrumental alone

For some reason the best makes think of a train?😭

Lil Baby killed this shit 🔥🔥

One if the best rap songs of the year

couldn't stop listening to this

The best freestyle beat yet

Best beat I’ve heard

got to use it for my next mixtape

leveling is so perfect

I love those notes in the background gives you a bit of a odd vibe

Perfect synth

Yo This beat go asfk 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💯💯💯💯 nothing but heat 🔥🔥🔥

hardest beat for me oat💯

How tf u get this 😂

atmospheric melodia

this beat IS THE SONG , THIS FUCKING BEAT CARRY THE SONG

Good idea

Cooking up sum heat for this 🤧😅🤜🤕

The piano sound really make it go. The main piano

Happy birthday

Ghost busters type vibe vibe 😭 🔥

Im about to use this for a freestyle on Instagram

Old Wayne would of ate this

It's fucking fiyahh, whezzy goat producer

🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯

Thomas the tank engine was spittin👀🔥

This beat got me feeling like I’m at work

The simple the better

Periodddddd😕😎

I blast in the bus

Listen to this faded af 💯

Blink ur eyes when it claps and move ur feet to the wavy sound

0:35 - 0:52 is my fave part

TAKE OUT THE TRASSSSSSSH !

dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...dababy killed it m

Dababy hardest outta of the 706

🎵Baby got children Baby prolly still drug dealin 🎵 #ganster in the hood beatz still poppin

Lil gotit now

This is lit who ever made this song

Damn dats hard af 🔥🔥🔥🤘💰💵💸🔫

What's your go to vsts rn b/c your melodies are fire fam 💯🔥

we need big rocks instrumental

I just wrote a mean 18 to this💪🔥💯💯

Bro Lil Gotit - Never Met

👍 🔥

This the best on youtube.

What is that effect where it stops and sounds like its zooming back into the song 0:25

‼️💯

What's this looping sample called like?

Wheezy outta here

Permission to use this beat🎼💯🔥

So say if I wanted to record some lyrics on here and post it to youtube can I do that? It will not be monetized

Idk why but this music reminds me of gta5 background music for missions.

Finally these remakes be ass 😂😂😂

🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶 shit hard affffffffff

RIP to Bankroll show em how to do it

This one has the flute :)

Questo FREESTYLE' mi fa stra High Penso barre penso a quando morirai Tanto giá lo sai Se fai partire il testo all inizio di questo beat

Are your beats safe to use on RU-vid video as background music?

LLook

Yo can you please upload the melody of this instrumental? Pleasee!

Yeah Rest in peace to Bankroll, show 'em how to do it Baby goin' crazy, he been gettin' straight to it I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin' all the stewardesses Catch me in Atlanta, no security with my jewelry Found out I'm rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me 'Nother bitch tellin' lies on the pussy like she screwin' me Catch him down bad, that's his ass, nigga, you or me SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me We was skippin' school on the train, duckin' truancy My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout Rod and me I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shootin' choppas I done fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars Every nigga with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us Niggas actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet I've been goin' hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that I make it look easy, but this shit really a process I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Huh? Baby probably still got them 'bows I tell my bitch I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy You would think it's Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin' titties And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them bitches' weaves I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea And when I fuck her doggy style the only time I'm on my knee I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please" I tell a bitch to shut up, you 'bout to fuck my nut up The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up Private plane, wifi, on the FaceTime with Johnny I told him, "Ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up" How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his dick sucked? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? 'Cause nigga Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer

[Verse 1: Lil Baby] Yeah, rest in peace to Bankroll‚ show 'em how to do it Baby goin' crazy‚ he been gettin' straight to it I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin' all the stewardesses Catch me in Atlanta‚ no security with my jewelry Found I was rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me 'Nother bitch tellin' lies on the pussy like she screwin' me Catch him down bad, that's his ass‚ nigga, you or me SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me We was skippin' school on the train‚ duckin' truancy My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout robbin' me I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shootin' choppers Fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars Every nigga with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us Niggas actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet I've been goin' hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that I make it look easy, but this shit really a process I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects [Chorus: Lil Baby] Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer [Verse 2: DaBaby] Huh? Baby prolly still got them 'bows I tell my bitch I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy You would think it's Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin' titties And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them bitches' weaves I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea And when I fuck her doggystyle the only time I'm on my knee I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please" I tell a bitch to shut up, you 'bout to fuck my nut up The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up Private plane, Wi-Fi, on the FaceTime with Johnny I told him ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his dick sucked? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? 'Cause nigga... [Chorus: Lil Baby] Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer

This beat go hard ima hit myself hard

Imagine future or thug on this wit lil baby

Lil Baby X Rylo X 24Heavy - Ride Instrumental that beat way too hard

i wanna know what fuckin sample this is

( v ) Thinkn to my self why they plottn on me , Sliden all night wid the tank on E Do a walk thru like I'm rich homie

Link is broke for download

Rest In Peace to Bankroll Show em how to do it 💰🙏🏾

Can you remake lil Wayne fuck da world?

Who trynna collab on dis?

Salpicando verde y rojo, rapeo la data Del barrio lavezzi locura inata No me llevo con los popo fack la chapa

I Got on Birkin from head to toe Prada headband on my head never touch the floor 847 I from the block of hunnet 84 Florida rich nigga makin cash I got them 2’s and O’s Rollin up my weed I’m high and coolin I’m chillin wit my bros Runnin stacks and makin racks doin business ceos I from the East up in these streets free styling I got the load From bar to bar I’m chillin stay rockin with a solid flow For sure.... Yea I just came back from Miami Just Bought a new Rollie and all the new drip I might go to a club or the Grammies Just linked wit a nigga a rapper shoutout to my nigga trill Sammy. It’s Funny they mention dababy cuz I’m rappin like him and I’m rappin and dancing yeh yeh

Better than the actual song

Sounds like wheezy just figured how to do something with a sound and said fuck it and put drums on top of it

Catch me in the comment section like whaaaa, catch me at yo baby mammas like whaaaa....

Rest in peace to Bankroll, show 'em how to do it Baby goin' crazy, he been gettin' straight to it I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin' all the stewardesses Catch me in Atlanta, no security with my jewelry Found out I'm rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me 'Nother bitch tellin' lies on the pussy like she screwin' me Catch him down bad, that's his ass, nigga, you or me SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me We was skippin' school on the train, duckin' truancy My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout Rod and me I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shootin' choppas I done fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars Every nigga with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us Niggas actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet I've been goin' hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that I make it look easy, but this shit really a process I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Huh? Baby probably still got them 'bows I tell my bitch I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy You would think it's Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin' titties And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them bitches' weaves I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea And when I fuck her doggy style the only time I'm on my knee I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please" I tell a bitch to shut up, you 'bout to fuck my nut up The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up Private plane, wifi, on the FaceTime with Johnny I told him, "Ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up" How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his dick sucked? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? 'Cause nigga Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer

Lil gotit now instrumental

Can I use this for my new intro

#S.Carter should kill this beat

Download link?

0:18 Dj got 5 wit the sticks Dj got licks Tell em fuck the 12 ion get it

How did they get the wheezy tag?

Who else just enabled auto sing

Wheezy outta here [Verse 1: Lil Baby] Yeah, rest in peace to Bankroll‚ show 'em how to do it Baby goin' crazy‚ he been gettin' straight to it I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin' all the stewardesses Catch me in Atlanta‚ no security with my jewelry Found I was rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me 'Nother bitch tellin' lies on the pussy like she screwin' me Catch him down bad, that's his ass‚ nigga, you or me SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me We was skippin' school on the train‚ duckin' truancy My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout robbin' me I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shootin' choppers Fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars Every nigga with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us Niggas actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet I've been goin' hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that I make it look easy, but this shit really a process I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects Chorus: Lil Baby] Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer [Verse 2: DaBaby] Huh? Baby prolly still got them 'bows I tell my bitch I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy You would think it's Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin' titties And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them bitches' weaves I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea And when I fuck her doggystyle the only time I'm on my knee I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please" I tell a bitch to shut up, you 'bout to fuck my nut up The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up Private plane, Wi-Fi, on the FaceTime with Johnny I told him ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his dick sucked? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? 'Cause nigga... Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer

Nigga stayed down kept it solid fucc what they do they hated on a nigga but I’m knowing what the hate do Won’t drop a diss song no need to showem what the tape do........

Yeah Rest in peace to Bankroll, show 'em how to do it Baby goin' crazy, he been gettin' straight to it I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin' all the stewardesses Catch me in Atlanta, no security with my jewelry Found all the rings, my baby mama talkin' suin' me 'Nother bitch tellin' lies on the pussy like she screwin' me Catch him down bad, that's his ass, nigga, you or me SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me We was skippin' school on the train, duckin' truancy My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout Rod and me I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shroom, trap exotic Fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars Every nigga with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us Niggas actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet I've been goin' hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that I make it look easy, but this shit really a process I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Huh? Baby probably still got them 'bows I tell my bitch I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy You would think it's Mardi Gras, got these bitches showin' titties And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them bitches' weaves I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea And when I fuck her doggy style the only time I'm on my knee I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please" I tell a bitch to shut up, you 'bout to fuck my nut up The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up Private plane, wifi, on the FaceTime with Johnny I told him, "Ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up" How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his dick sucked? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? 'Cause nigga Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer

Desde el barrio de lavezzi , tamos todos crazy, rolitas en la pepsi, gotea en vaso mientras ella bebotea sexy

OVERVIEW LYRICS LISTEN PEOPLE ALSO SEARCH FOR Yeah Rest in peace to Bankroll, show 'em how to do it Baby goin' crazy, he been gettin' straight to it I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin' all the stewardesses Catch me in Atlanta, no security with my jewelry Found out I'm rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me 'Nother bitch tellin' lies on the pussy like she screwin' me Catch him down bad, that's his ass, nigga, you or me SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me We was skippin' school on the train, duckin' truancy My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout Rod and me I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shootin' choppas I done fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars Every nigga with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us Niggas actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet I've been goin' hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that I make it look easy, but this shit really a process I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Huh? Baby probably still got them 'bows I tell my bitch I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy You would think it's Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin' titties And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them bitches' weaves I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea And when I fuck her doggy style the only time I'm on my knee I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please" I tell a bitch to shut up, you 'bout to fuck my nut up The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up Private plane, wifi, on the FaceTime with Johnny I told him, "Ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up" How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his dick sucked? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? 'Cause nigga Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer

[Intro: Future] Wheezy outta here [Verse 1: Lil Baby] Yeah, rest in peace to Bankroll‚ show 'em how to do it Baby goin' crazy‚ he been gettin' straight to it I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin' all the stewardesses Catch me in Atlanta‚ no security with my jewelry Found I was rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me 'Nother bitch tellin' lies on the pussy like she screwin' me Catch him down bad, that's his ass‚ nigga, you or me SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me We was skippin' school on the train‚ duckin' truancy My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout robbin' me I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shootin' choppers Fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars Every nigga with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us Niggas actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet I've been goin' hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that I make it look easy, but this shit really a process I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects [Chorus: Lil Baby] Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer [Verse 2: DaBaby] Huh? Baby prolly still got them 'bows I tell my bitch I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy You would think it's Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin' titties And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them bitches' weaves I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea And when I fuck her doggystyle the only time I'm on my knee I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please" I tell a bitch to shut up, you 'bout to fuck my nut up The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up Private plane, Wi-Fi, on the FaceTime with Johnny I told him ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his dick sucked? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? 'Cause nigga... [Chorus: Lil Baby] Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer