Lil Baby & Gunna - Heatin Up (Instrumental) | ReProd. By King LeeBoy 

Quay was going orchestrate conductor on this beat

That bass grip effect is out of this world.

“I spent 5Hunnid racks on a Lambo and didn’t even know how to make that mf go”

This is literally the best & most accurate remake I’ve ever heard lol

This beat makes me want to sleep under my bed

You on it fast🔥

all you need to do is add 1 more 808 block directly after the part where u rolled the 808 , and this is perfect... nice job bro !

Money be calling I can’t get enough been there before but I’m on to bigger stuff

Beethoven went off on this beat!!

Can you please do the instrumental for "Forever ", his song with wayne?

Beat crazzzyy

This a goated song

Bro do the Grace instrumental

Daaaamn man ou got this🤩

I got a feeling Hardstop Lucas is gonna use this song one of these days 👀

baet ll bady

Intro] (Cook that shit up, Quay) 4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks We don't sell shit, we just make hits, yeah Turn up [Verse 1: Lil Baby] Keepin' my composure, never sober Never chokin', always smokin doja Fuck 'em if they gettin' over Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest I ain't changed, I stayed the same and maintained It's safe to say the kid gettin' older Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over Made a lane and niggas can't get over I can't match with rappers, they be bogus Really get a pack and keep the over Big dripper, stand up in the ocean Everybody trappin', we get loads in He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion Made a half a ticket off promotion Shout out Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin' But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke him Ridin' 'round with Dracs like we OVO I got some racks and I want some more Still got them passin' the hood, call it give-and-go Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes I might put me an M in some big Girbaud Let lil' bro hit the stick, had start gettin' old I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo' And didn't even know how to make that motherfucker go On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door Barely flex, but don't play with me, period Shooters follow behind in a Urus In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist I'm the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds Used to drive in a Buick [Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna] Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up I fuck with slimes and I'm gonna bust (Bah, bah) He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck? How you got everybody lit, pipin' up? Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' I'm the type to get active and never run (Wunna) [Verse 2: Gunna] Keep the Rugers, my niggas ain't scared of nothin' (Nah) And ain't no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (Yeah) On a light day, I keep me a honey bun (One hundred) Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (Hits) For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (Swear) Bustin' choppers and FN's for everyone (Grrat) Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (Wow) My bro go see his bop-bop five times a month (Yeah) Got this bitch out the college, she suckin' and swallow (Uh) I stick it in, she feel it in her gut (in her gut) We don't run from our problems, we stackin' up guala and guala I'm tryna get that mega bucks (Racks) We them drippers, lil' nigga, best watch your step (Them drippers) This top shelf, got forty designer belts (Drip) 4PF look like the new BMF Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right and left (Ice) How you crank up the car? Ain't no key in there Just pull up, spin they block, and get out of there (Get out of there) Wake up, have a hard time findin' what to wear Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare Want a strap because I'm war ready (War) Check the trust account, it's more fetti (Yeah) Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi' (No cap) Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie (No cap) I'ma milk the game until it's empty Lil cuzzo spit that flame until it's empty (Yeah) I am not a killer, but don't tempt me (Nah) Spendin' rate 'bout thousand to a fifty [Chorus: Lil Baby] Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up I fuck with slimes and I'm gonna bust (Bah, bah) He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck? How you got everybody lit, pipin' up? Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' I'm the type to get active and never run

4PF, look like we hit licks, how we sell bricks We don't sell shit, we just make hits, yeah Turn up Keepin' my composure, never sober Never chokin', always smokin' doja Fuck 'em if they gettin' over Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest I ain't changed, I stayed the same, and maintained It's safe to say the kid gettin' older Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over Made a lane and niggas can't get over I can't match with rappers, they be bogus Really get a pack and keep the over Big dripper, stand up in the ocean Everybody trappin', we get loads in He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion Made a half a ticket off promotion Shoutout Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin' But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke 'em Ridin' 'round with Dracs', like we OVO I got some racks and I want some more Still got them packs in the hood, call it give-and-go Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes I might put me an M in some big Girbaud Let lil' bro hit the stick and start gettin' old I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo' And didn't even know how to make that motherfucker go On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door Barely flex, but don't play with me, period Shooters followin' behind in a Urus In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist I'm the one from the bottom, who sold all my partners them pounds Used to drive in a Buick Hot, hot, hot I'm heatin' up I fuck with slimes and I'm gonna bust He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck? How you got everybody lit, pipin' up? Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' I'm the type to get active and never run (Wunna) Keep the rulers, my niggas ain't scared of nothin' (nah) Ain't no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (yeah) On a light day I keep me a honey bun (one hundred) Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (hits) For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (swear) Glocks and choppers and FN's for everyone (graat) Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (wow) My bro go see his barber five times a month (yeah) Got this bitch out the college, she suckin' and swallow I stick it (uh) and she feel it in her gut (in her gut) We don't run from our problems, we stackin' up guala and guala I'm tryna get that mega bucks (racks) We them drippers, lil' nigga, best watch your step (them drippers) This top shelf, got forty designer belts (drip) 4PF look like the new BMF Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right and left (ice) How you crank up that car? Ain't no key in there Just pull up, spin they block and get out of there (get out of there) Wake up, have a hard time findin' what to wear Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare Want a strap because I'm war ready (war) Check the trust, I'm countin' more fetti (yeah) Skydweller, Jubilee and a Presi' (no cap) Hundred fifty plain Richard Millie (no cap) I'ma milk the game until it's empty Lil' cuzzo spit that flame until it empty (yeah) I am not a killer, but don't tempt me (nah) Spendin' rate 'bout thousand to a fifty Hot, hot, hot I'm heatin' up I fuck with slimes and I'm gonna bust He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck? How you got everybody lit, pipin' up? Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' I'm the type to get active and never run

Her: but on the song with the fire beat Me: there is no other option

Remake “Grace” with lil baby and 42 dugg

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fye my dawg

Fireee g

I stay solid i am never folding i treat my options like stores i keep them open plug cant serve me none i am high up on my confidence just doing more and talkng less wae d action dae talk ar dae show dem say ar get motion they know what going hard means so i have to demonstrate i am on the secne They stepping back like james harden they would be good and never become great they hesitate before makin a move Mi nor comort out of nowhere I grind for years rap man den nor different from huspuppie They scammers with labels money flexing a lamb SUV wae nor to to you get am man den sorry got blues on me like PH models i stay heating up they still where we left them yet they saying we catching up They on to themselves they aint on to us nor make then pass your sam ar ben condition for dis so den nor go Overtake me still undisputed Even tho underated bit one thing they cant deny is my style is wicked saying my grace b4 i start my day i am asking God for my daily bread

Shekubekoo

ima have to use this in my video brodie

LET'S GO

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I'm on it

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Need that Yo Gotti Trapped Instrumental

THIS WILL BE MY YT CHANNEL OUTTRO

Cook that shit up, Quay! 4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks We don't sell shit, we just make hits, yeah Turn up Keepin' my composure, never sober Never chokin', always smokin doja Fuck 'em if they gettin' over Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest I ain't changed, I stayed the same and maintained It's safe to say the kid gettin' older Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over Made a lane and niggas can't get over I can't match with rappers, they be bogus Really get a pack and keep the over Big dripper, stand up in the ocean Everybody trappin', we get loads in He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion Made a half a ticket off promotion Shout out Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin' But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke him Ridin' 'round with Dracs like we OVO I got some racks and I want some more Still got them passin' the hood, call it give-and-go Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes I might put me an M in some big Girbaud Let lil' bro hit the stick, had start gettin' old I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo' And didn't even know how to make that motherfucker go On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door Barely flex, but don't play with me, period Shooters follow behind in a Urus In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist I'm the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds Used to drive in a Buick Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up I fuck with slimes and I'm gonna bust (Bah, bah) He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck? How you got everybody lit, pipin' up? Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' I'm the type to get active and never run (Wunna) Keep the Rugers, my niggas ain't scared of nothin' (Nah) And ain't no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (Yeah) On a light day, I keep me a honey bun (One hundred) Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (Hits) For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (Swear) Bustin' choppers and FN's for everyone (Grrat) Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (Wow) My bro go see his bop-bop five times a month (Yeah) Got this bitch out the college, she suckin' and swallow (Uh) I stick it in, she feel it in her gut (in her gut) We don't run from our problems We stackin' up guala and guala I'm tryna get that mega bucks (Racks) We them drippers, lil' nigga, best watch your step (Them drippers) This top shelf, got forty designer belts (Drip) 4PF look like the new BMF Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right and left (Ice) How you crank up the car? Ain't no key in there Just pull up, spin they block, and get out of there (Get out of there) Wake up, have a hard time findin' what to wear Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare Want a strap because I'm war ready (War) Check the trust account, it's more fetti (Yeah) Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi' (No cap) Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie (No cap) I'ma milk the game until it's empty Lil cuzzo spit that flame until it's empty (Yeah) I am not a killer, but don't tempt me (Nah) Spendin' rate 'bout thousand to a fifty Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up I fuck with slimes and I'm gonna bust (Bah, bah) He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck? How you got everybody lit, pipin' up? Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' I'm the type to get active and never run

I'm bout a bag that no flex (4x)

Man this shit goes completely dumb🔥💯🔥💯🔥💯

Terkid ( ft gunna ) 4pf mikonim zoor toosh midim fooroosh Na ni fooroosh hit miyad googoosheyeah uh Balas zarabanam nistam sober Hamishe rast dastam gole hamash Migameshun begiran faz Tan am monce kapshen chaghi az g sard tar Nakardam taghiri hanu hamoonam o Yeke karam gonde lafzam Bam gang hamash nadasht khorde pasraft O tarafam naya akhe kose nanat Rapperamun hame Faqat harfan Migan az kiloo o peye packan Stylam yeke haji takam Migiran dars Ina az trapam 4pf balas sadre adval Nesfe bilit ye min ejra aval Mikonam roll bade ejra bad mast Opp didam pop mishe beyne jamam Kenaram Draco dashi ovo Nemikhori be ma Mali obio Hoodam bam hamash ni poshtam khali yo Figure four midam hit one mod Beza check she enga eyde Enghad miyad pool karde mokhamam ghatiyo Mige bank shode sefra ziyad haji Tagh mizanatet bang glockio Dadam poonsad hezar vase lambo nistam balad hata raveshe karesho Tavalodam dar baste roo karam am Ine flexam kal nakon dashi to Baham shooteram harjayi fori Sari terrori begoo terrorist Oonam ke az kafe maha Leah foorookht Pond rooye pond oomad yeho chetori Hot hot hot dashet terkid Ba slime am ni tavaghof Nisti bam sytle I kose amato Baham benze too parking hamash lash o Miyad Atish az dahanamo Na nadare swag nemizanamo Mikhad she akhari mikhad she zanamo Poola ziyad shod ghavi angoshtamo Bahat kal konam Glock ja moshtamo _______gunna Bam dadasham nemitarsan az hichi Poola min miyad vali ghanooni ni Rooze roshan bam asalam nini Hey Midam hit roo hit nistam zamini Midam kado ye Glock Christmas Glock roo choppers bad zanet bivas Miram too balkon mikhore aftaab Dasham shoolooghe karesh o ni tars Daram ye duffe daneshgahi mide kale too mashin o mikhore bi tars Ziyadan moshkelam ni farari man Moondam nabood vas dadasham hichkas Az oon tarsankayim bebin zabooneto Daram 40 ta custom ni hamoonesho Bara to 4pf bala Sade khoobi to Sange do ta goosh am khord besham harfeto Nakon cap ni kilide mashin 1 2 3 Miyam too blocke dashit Alan ke bala chartam to khaabi Midam besh ghaza besh migam puppy Nemikham hichi man amade jang Mishmoramesh pore sakam pesar To hava mikonam parvaz hey mishe dastam Va miram bala ye zarb Richard millie rooye dastam lashe Gamaro midoosham Ra ta ta shit Ghatel nistam vali javam nade Poolamo faqat kon jamam bache ______lil baby Hot hot hot dashet terkid Ba slime am ni tavaghof Nisti bam sytle I kose amato Baham benze too parking hamash lash o Miyad Atish az dahanamo Na nadare swag nemizanamo Mikhad she akhari mikhad she zanamo Poola ziyad shod ghavi angoshtamo Bahat kal konam Glock ja moshtamo

who else sang the song w the beat ~~

Bra you ain't even got the ping pong in there

4PF Look like We Sell Bricks But we Dont Sell Shit We just make hits👇

I don't put music out for the public...BUT I'm about to Spazz out on this MFK'a. #AllBars

what sound is the main melody?

Beat from Bart nightmare

We gon work sun

4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks We don't sell shit, we just make hits, yeah Turn up [Verse 1: Lil Baby] Keepin' my composure, never sober Never chokin', always smokin doja Fuck 'em if they gettin' over Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest I ain't changed, I stayed the same and maintained It's safe to say the kid gettin' older Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over Made a lane and niggas can't get over I can't match with rappers, they be bogus Really get a pack and keep the over Big dripper, stand up in the ocean Everybody trappin', we get loads in He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion Made a half a ticket off promotion

All the hairs on the bows of the orchestra fell off after this beat dropped

Yo I can use this??

Key?

I’m still a youngan gettin richer richer I’m counting these digits I’m gettin them bands Used to pull up in that mini van now we got money so you know we skirt in that Benz Had relations with that stupid bitch whenever I finish best believe I move to her friend Got out the trap and I’m Finally on I hang wit some killers and they know I’m the man Rockin that Gucci and rockin that Prada Got out of the trap ain’t nobody can stop us We pull up on oppas now he need doctor We smokin that Ganja and sellin that product We up in that wrangler then we take the top off was on ma dick now I’m tellin them hop off Gotta stay on tip can’t get locked up I got make cheese told me momma I’m gon be a rockstar Not takin hand outs, bitch I don’t need it For breakfast and dinner she Eatin my semen Fuck goin to heaven was raised as a demon She asked if I loved her I don’t know the meanin

He who has a ear let him hear, pray your repent and give yourself back to God bro..wherever you are, whoever you are..let’s goo God here I go again It’s unfortunate I’m back where I started in Tryna climb out this hole that I dug myself in I can’t keep making promises to repent Than I turn to my vomit and sing again When one demon leave it bring back 10 God I know that your mercy is evident And the grace that you give me is heaven sent I admit My ways are unstable cuz I’m double minded God you see everything how can I hide it No I can’t lie about it or deny it I’m weak in the flesh, but I’ma keep fighting My soul gotta cry out lord I can’t keep silent Seeking repentance get tried by the fire To be with the father is what I desire Can’t let satan take me tormented in fire Lord I need correction iron sharpens iron

Michael knight, james bond micael jordan and the fonz captain kurk trying enterprise denzel in de ja vue

Rollin up with that tech yo face them bullets will wreck my diamonds jump out the face I like bitches with taste accusations I've done faced got these haters burned like waste

Wat 808s?

Should i spazz?

Have you seen my car float like yo nighas Better I’m bck like I me ah need 2 seater Moving to slow push them load out back denn Making the whole world shake what happend I’m talking too clean can you hate on my napkin and I ain’t even use it they dirty for naggin I used

everyone reading this comment trust me and do what is say restart the beat and close your eyes imagine a itachi vs kakashi fight is about to go down and when the beat drops imagine the fight going crazy and then start doing your shit i mean start bring more people to the fight for example. madara and Naruto EDIT: dragon ball z would be better though that it.

Hey there I'll use this beat in my freestyle follow me on Instagram my name is bieplayer

sdaa3

Nicki would sound good doing this

m n ivi bjm gkg

de cand m am intors din state numai merge treaba fac sume legale am rate lunare nu dau parte n parte o sa mi pistolae ma dau mai in spate ca nu sunt in stare sa stau la palavre cu tarfe penale m am saturat saud vorbele tale si dasta ti am zis niste vorbe vulgare si dasta acuma acuma am piese letale nu s ale tale, da tot ma dai tare am doar piese ca la ... domino iau o pizza de la,... dominoss am trecut peste... nici nu te cunosc te am iubit da ti ai ... dat-o prost nu ma vezi chiaaar, cu-orice tipa n am crezut nimic chiar nicio clipa eu sunt winner frate tu esti triggered am injuru meu mare elita m am saturat saud vorbele tale si dasta ti am zis niste vorbe vulgare si dasta acuma acuma am piese letale nu s ale tale, da tot ma dai tare

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(Cook that shit up, Quay) 4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks We don't sell shit, we just make hits, yeah Turn up [Lil Baby:] Keepin' my composure, never sober Never chokin', always smokin doja Fuck 'em if they gettin' over Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest I ain't changed, I stayed the same and maintained It's safe to say the kid gettin' older Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over Made a lane and niggas can't get over I can't match with rappers, they be bogus Really get a pack and keep the over Big dripper, stand up in the ocean Everybody trappin', we get loads in He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion Made a half a ticket off promotion Shout out Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin' But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke him Ridin' 'round with Dracs like we OVO I got some racks and I want some more Still got them passin' the hood, call it give-and-go Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes I might put me an M in some big Girbaud Let lil' bro hit the stick, had start gettin' old I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo' And didn't even know how to make that motherfucker go On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door Barely flex, but don't play with me, period Shooters follow behind in a Urus In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist I'm the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds Used to drive in a Buick