Young Thug hot instrumental ft gunna travis scott 

this is the closest accurate version i heard cuz the flute is a higher octave for part of the loop then drops lower

*Hot* damn 🔥

Oh bro this trumpets and the drums are exactly on point but the flute???😧

Trumpet goes hard with headphones

this beat is hot🥵🔥

nice

🔥💯

that studio sesh must have been HOT!!!!!!!!

Me when I microwave popcorn for a minute and I touch it:

OH-ME-VENGOOOOOOO

Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cartier eye I'm the bossman in the suit with no tie I can't be sober, I gotta stay high Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize Diggin' her back while I'm grippin' her sides Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size We really fly, we like pelican glide Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life I told her to gargle and work on her highs Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (skrrt) I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (skrrt) Haven't had a sip, that there weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, whoa, whoa (yeah, yeah) I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo) I'm in the coupe by myself I had to kick a door when I was five Keep the old ones on the shelf Whole sixteen round in the fire I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys Yeah, Cartier eyes, Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch Cartier love, Cartier the thot Cartier spread, buffalo on the side Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah Cartier bag for the Cartier thot Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad I can't go out, no way I'ma go out I just grip on her ass and I show out I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot I can whip up a new Chanel Patek I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot, hot

Oh me vengo

Who the fuck composed the flutee..... It's just killing.....

So interesting

Francee🇫🇷🇫🇷🎶

Poético

hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot x10 xD

Nhắn tao con beat, và tao viết cho hay liền Seeding hạt giống, mong nó mọc ra cây tiền Tính tình hoà nhã, nên tao không thích gây phiền Viết vài lời ra, nghe lên nóc như Alien

Ifruit Cherry picks

Push it by NLE Choppa

SOME ONE KNOW THE VOX USED WHEN THE 808 DROPS?

is it copyright? cause i wanna use it for a youtube video

Fumando fino yo cuento 3 mujeres en punga por encima del aire como por debajo el agua como un tiburon Palo que nace doblao al tiempo full neto Y para el mismo que dijo Mijo sigo siemdo el mismo no sea fanfarrom

Fumando fino yo cuento 3 mujeres en punga por encima del aire debajo del agua como un tiburon Te como hasta el departemento Palo que nace doblao al tiempo full neto Y para el mismo que dijo Mijo sigo siemdo el mismo no sea fanfarrom Salgo Pablo lescano en una bandada De aqui al paraiso siempre en la jugada Quiero llevarte a ver la nieve al bronx Tu tu si sabes de amor Con ese si si soy yo El que te enseño a caminar de violento y no de la ambicion aprovecho el tiempo que cristo ami me regalo

What horn is that?

[Gunna:] Wheezy outta here Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cartier eye I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie I can't be sober, I gotta stay high Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size We really fly, we like pelican glide Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life I told her to gargle and work on her highs [Gunna & Travis Scott:] Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock [Young Thug:] Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt) I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt) Ayy, man, this shit there the weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah) I'm still double cupped up, I'm drinkin' I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) I'm in the coupe by myself I had to kick a door when I was 5 Keep the old ones on the shelf Whole sixteen round in the fire I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys Yeah, Cartier eyes Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch Cartier love, Cartier the thot Cartier specs, buffalo on the side Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah Cartier bag for the Cartier thot Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad I can't go out, no way I'ma go out I just grip on her ass and I show out I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out I just whip up a new Chanel Patek I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out (Oh) [Young Thug & Travis Scott:] Cash, money, checks, cash (Ooh, ah) Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos (Ooh) I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself (Ah) I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite (Ooh, it's lit) [Travis Scott:] Hot like the 504 Boyz how I move through the lobby (Hot) Since '012, La Flame been hot just to show you the timeframe (La Flame) Hundred mil' down on my desk, but I'm still up deciding (Straight up) Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway (Skrrt, skrrt) I'm in that four-door by myself Know it's a hundred more niggas outside Know they gon' ride 'til the death (Ooh) Had some good years, ain't no way I get tired I gotta do what I feel Every day Super Bowl, fuck it, oh well I put a lot on myself In the field, Richard Mille on like Odell (Let's go) She slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo (Doo-doo-doo) I had to go back and link with my slimes like I'm thirteen and zero (It's lit) I told her, "Baby, this not the remix, this a part of the sequel" (Part of the seq') No, we not livin' the same, we not makin' the same, we not equal (No), yeah, yeah, yeah Lil' mama can fly Had some troubles, put that shit in the sky Brought the angels, know the devil would try It's so hot, you thought Paris Hilton done said it (Yeah, yeah) When we come out, we can't help but leave damage (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Afterparty, Astroworld out the planet (Yeah, yeah) Laid the map out, but they didn't understand it When I'm on, know that I fuck on a Grammy, yeah [Gunna:] Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot, hot

its like middle child by j.cole

CHAIN SO HEAVY ON MY NECK BOUTA MAKE ME FALL ALL RAPPERS PRAYIN FOR THAT, SHOWIN UP TO YA PROJECTS WORKIN ON THIS VERSE FROM SCRATCH mY PROJECT, i'M BOUTA GO PROJECT ME MY GOALS LAID IT OUT THEN I HAD TO GO IN JUST FLEX, ME AND MY SIG I BOUGHT ME A TECH eXTERMINATION FOR YOU PEST, FEEL LIKE THE BEST, SETTLE FOR MORE I CAN'T JUST SETTLE FOR LESS, I WANT ME THE GUAP AND A DIME IN A RED DRESS- WHO DO I HAVE TO IMPRESS- i CAN MAKE MOVES IN DISTRESS-

Everything else is good but the flute

My version: I do it a lot I will not stop My bank account reached the top I’ll never quit Cause I winning at all this shit And my rhymes are lit I grabbed the cash Then I ran and I dashed You will not last My raps too fast That’s what I have so far

Young Thug:] Wheezy outta here Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot [Gunna:] Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cartier eye I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie I can't be sober, I gotta stay high Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size We really fly, we like pelican glide Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life I told her to gargle and work on her highs Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock [Young Thug:] Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt) I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt) Ayy, man, this synthetic weed, you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, whoa, whoa (Yeah, yeah) I'm still double cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) I'm in the coupe by myself I had to kick a door when I was 5 Keep the awards on the shelf Whole sixteen round in the fire I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys Yeah, Cartier eyes Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch Cartier love, Cartier the thot Cartier specs, buffalo on the side Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah Cartier bag for the Cartier thot Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad I can't go out, no way I'ma go out I just grip on her ass and I show out I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out I just whip up a new Chanel Patek I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out [Young Thug:] Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot

Did I Ask?

No where near the original. Nice try but fruity loops won't cut it

Como un koala siempre estamos fly Tengo una mami es la chula real No estoy en panas yo estoy en sumar Si desafinan los hacemos volar Negro ninguno de los tuyos son killa Ella lo mueve igual que Thalía No te compares yo estoy en mi liga A esos lorenzos nunca doy cabida Prendo una mata la prendo en el barrio Todos mis brokis bajando el espacio Le meto duro le meto despacio Wachos del barrio en tu cara flotando Wachos del barrio en tu cara contando Subiendo el level pero yo no cambio No hablen de trampa si nunca josearon Y lo que saben es todo contado Ando en la mía fumando demás Tengo una mami es la chula real No estoy en panas yo estoy en sumar Si desafinan los hacemos volar Negro ninguno de los tuyos son killa Ella lo mueve igual que Thalía No te compares yo estoy en mi liga A esos lorenzos nunca doy cabida

this is the closest accurate version i heard cuz the flute is a higher octave for part of the loop then drops lower

Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cartier eye I'm the bossman in the suit with no tie I can't be sober, I gotta stay high Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize Diggin' her back while I'm grippin' her sides Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size We really fly, we like pelican glide Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life I told her to gargle and work on her highs Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (skrrt) I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (skrrt) Haven't had a sip, that there weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, whoa, whoa (yeah, yeah) I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo) I'm in the coupe by myself I had to kick a door when I was five Keep the old ones on the shelf Whole sixteen round in the fire I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys Yeah, Cartier eyes, Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch Cartier love, Cartier the thot Cartier spread, buffalo on the side Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah Cartier bag for the Cartier thot Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad I can't go out, no way I'ma go out I just grip on her ass and I show out I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot I can whip up a new Chanel Patek I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot, hot

this is the closest accurate version i heard cuz the flute is a higher octave for part of the loop then drops lower