[Intro] Uh, they think they got one up on us Don't trust bitches, out all my dargs, there's some I can trust (Huh) They think they got one up on us (That's what they think) Got PTSD, nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us (Baow, baow, baow) (Lekaa Beats) [Verse 1] The fake do a good job blending in with the real these days, but I still tell the difference Realness get recognition, I recognised that from a distance See it from far (Wait) Bare ANPR, told bro, "Beg you don't smoke weed in the car" ('Low it) It feels good to see me in the charts, I used to hit shots, sell rock and link in parks (Alright) You've been warned, I'll ring the alarm They talk 'bout the trap, they ain't been in it once YG got the trench coat on, it's black and long like a Christian nun Tryna locate me a new plate, I don't put trust in vintage guns Stop winging and go get some money, what's wrong with these self-inflicted bums? (Alright) For my livelihood, push white in my hood, but I don't recommend it, there's no longevity "Central, don't forget me", money don't make me lose my memory A2 Anti, do man badly, do that gladly (Baow, baow, baow) I treat every day like a Monday mornin', I treat every month like a January [Chorus] Uh, they think they got one up on us D.T.B, I don't trust bitches Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust Won't even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us I left home when I was fourteen YJ was ten and the man of the house We go from babies straight to men [Verse 2] Get some money, relive your childhood Shawty think that I'm childish (Why?) Tryna pull down my trousers Rip man out of my Calvin's (Kleins) Out of sight, out of mind We ain't gotta jump out this ride Unwind the window, keep it simple Try hit man off his mountain bike Link up with the ganja farmer Cuttin' down plants, no agriculture Leave it to God, we don't practice obeah Plan it correct, we gon' catch him (Haha) I can't go broke, that's a no-no Can't fall off, that's awkward (Awks) My chain cost sixty thousand Cool, that's a club performance (Alright) I don't like braggin' I'm a lowlife but I like high fashion Amiri denim, it cost an arm and a leg and the jeans still saggin' Bro's still chinging, bro's still trapping Yinging and Yanging, I need more balance Baby, I just wanna fuck I'm sorry, I don't wanna meet your parents [Chorus] Uh, they think they got one up on us D.T.B, I don't trust bitches Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust Won't even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us I left home when I was fourteen YJ was ten and the man of the house We go from babies straight to men Uh, they think they got one up on us D.T.B, I don't trust bitches Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust Won't even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us I left home when I was fourteen YJ was ten and the man of the house We go from babies straight to men
Oma click com'è O ma belle ho cose addosso come ho la pelle Certe perché non le ho ancora perse Altre perché non mi hanno ancora perso o ma bêlle, 100 ancora per te certé perché ho ferite ancora aperte o pèrche altre non le ho ancora prese Forsé per questo non mi hanno ancora preso / Oma click, come sai, O ma belle non è di bordo dove un ancora pende Sei lì sul fondo dov’eri sempre Bevo l’oceano dove risiedi Cado nel mòndo fra le sue braccia Segà in due le gambe alle sèdie dove mi siedo Sulle labbra ha del sangue, Lascerà il segno dove mi bacia / Omà bachata, chiar di luna bastarda, ilnerò Catrame non bastava cicala in balia della sua ballata È brava a cantare non a ballarla Ho già in vendita il cuore l'hai sotto gli occhi, anche se l'ignori mi vuoi ricco fammi avere i milioni Non mi ispiraste farei merda migliore / Walla Ualà 1up 1up
Quick spin on the block Make em reminisce Sun done sun upon mandem One with me flickin my wrist Shawty out here strapped I don't want to make her stress Vin diesel in my boxi Aint need no vest to say who next 360 spin leave the scene Cause i done make a mess Come to my hood where My brothers know we all About the facts and the bag If you aint inna mindset than Thats a drag cause you Be missin out on the bread
That's what they think Got PTSD, nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us (Bop, bop, bop) The fake do a good job blendin' in with the real these days But I still tell the difference Realness get recognition I recognize that from a distance, see it from far (wait) Bare ANPR, told bro Beg you don't smoke weed in the car ('low it) It feels good to see me in the charts I used to hit shots, sell rock, and link in parks (alright) You've been warned, I ring the alarm They talk 'bout the trap, they ain't been in it once Why G got the trench coat on? It's black and long like a Christian nun Tryna locate me a new plate I don't put trust in vintage guns Stop whingin' and go get some money What's wrong with these self-inflicted bums? (Alright) For my livelihood, pushed white in my hood But I don't recommend it, there's no longevity Central, don't forget me Money don't make me lose my memory A2 and he do man badly Do that gladly I treat every day like a Monday morning I treat every month like a January (uh) They think they got one up on us D-T-B, I don't trust bitches Out of my dogs, there's some I can trust Won't even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us I left home when I was fourteen YJ was ten and the man of the house We go from babies straight to men Get some money, relive your childhood Shorty think that I'm childish (why?) Tryna pull down my trousers Rip my nut on my Calvins (Kleins) Out of sight, out of mind We ain't gotta jump out this ride Arm out the window, keep it simple Try hit man off his mountain bike Link up with a ganja farmer Cuttin' down plants, no agriculture Leave it to God, we don't practice obeah Plan it correct, we gon' catch him I can't go broke, that's a no-no Can't all off, that's awkward (awks) My chain cost sixty-thousand Cool, that's a club performance (alright) I don't like braggin' I'm a lowlife but I like high fashion Amiri denim, it cost a arm and a leg And a G still saggy And bro still chingy, and bro still trappin' Ying and a yang and I need more balance Baby, I just wanna fuck I'm sorry, I don't wanna meet your parents (nah, uh) They think they got one up on us D-T-B, I don't trust bitches Out of my dogs, there's some I can trust Won't even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us I left home when I was fourteen YJ was ten and the man of the house We go from babies straight to men (uh) They think they got one up on us D-T-B, I don't trust bitches Out of my dogs, there's some I can trust Won't even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us I left home when I was fourteen YJ was ten and the man of the house We go from babies straight to men
lemme go speak some facts like cench im really tryna bridge the gap all tense, when rolling round w my batch if we get pulled aside its a wrap n uno ima leave it at that cuz if they hear this track then its cap n ill go say to you that its chat cuz uno i aint make living like that but he know that we make a killing like that n zino busy dun dealling out
Download : rkns.link/x0x7x
you made the sample go through whole song which is litterally what i wished cench did
Not really… the chorus part of the beat is the best part
Trust me
It’d get repetitive. Where as when you wait for it your brain rewards it more
You know what the samples called?
Yeah, he didn't do it like that 🔥
quick and good job, love this beat keep goin
This is too hard !!!🔥🔥🔥
Amazing broski 💯
[Intro]
Uh, they think they got one up on us
Don't trust bitches, out all my dargs, there's some I can trust (Huh)
They think they got one up on us (That's what they think)
Got PTSD, nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us (Baow, baow, baow)
(Lekaa Beats)
[Verse 1]
The fake do a good job blending in with the real these days, but I still tell the difference
Realness get recognition, I recognised that from a distance
See it from far (Wait)
Bare ANPR, told bro, "Beg you don't smoke weed in the car" ('Low it)
It feels good to see me in the charts, I used to hit shots, sell rock and link in parks (Alright)
You've been warned, I'll ring the alarm
They talk 'bout the trap, they ain't been in it once
YG got the trench coat on, it's black and long like a Christian nun
Tryna locate me a new plate, I don't put trust in vintage guns
Stop winging and go get some money, what's wrong with these self-inflicted bums? (Alright)
For my livelihood, push white in my hood, but I don't recommend it, there's no longevity
"Central, don't forget me", money don't make me lose my memory
A2 Anti, do man badly, do that gladly (Baow, baow, baow)
I treat every day like a Monday mornin', I treat every month like a January
[Chorus]
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men
[Verse 2]
Get some money, relive your childhood
Shawty think that I'm childish (Why?)
Tryna pull down my trousers
Rip man out of my Calvin's (Kleins)
Out of sight, out of mind
We ain't gotta jump out this ride
Unwind the window, keep it simple
Try hit man off his mountain bike
Link up with the ganja farmer
Cuttin' down plants, no agriculture
Leave it to God, we don't practice obeah
Plan it correct, we gon' catch him (Haha)
I can't go broke, that's a no-no
Can't fall off, that's awkward (Awks)
My chain cost sixty thousand
Cool, that's a club performance (Alright)
I don't like braggin'
I'm a lowlife but I like high fashion
Amiri denim, it cost an arm and a leg and the jeans still saggin'
Bro's still chinging, bro's still trapping
Yinging and Yanging, I need more balance
Baby, I just wanna fuck
I'm sorry, I don't wanna meet your parents
[Chorus]
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men
love you
Ain’t had a good nights sleep in ages
🔥🔥🔥
I just finished a crazy verse to this! Posting next week. I’ll tag you
No one wanna hear that 💩💩
Is it out yet? I cant find it in your channel
@@seed3745 yeah it’s a short. I have a ski mask on it it. I’ll try to tag you
@@seed3745 th-cam.com/users/shortswE_92hL3Qxs?feature=share
Why didn’t u do the chorus part?
It's a INSTRUMENTAL 😂
can u do the same but whithout the sample in the whole song?
Yes dm @a4key_
harddd
Hook change up?
make one with hook and drop it today or tomorrow got an idea
la cantero one day
Make one with hook
can i use it for youtube song free?
Yessir
Oma click
com'è O ma belle
ho cose addosso come ho la pelle
Certe perché non le ho ancora perse
Altre perché non mi hanno ancora perso
o ma bêlle, 100 ancora per te
certé perché ho ferite ancora aperte
o pèrche altre non le ho ancora prese
Forsé per questo non mi hanno ancora preso
/
Oma click, come sai, O ma belle
non è di bordo dove un ancora pende
Sei lì sul fondo dov’eri sempre
Bevo l’oceano dove risiedi
Cado nel mòndo fra le sue braccia
Segà in due le gambe alle sèdie dove mi siedo
Sulle labbra ha del sangue, Lascerà il segno dove mi bacia
/
Omà bachata, chiar di luna bastarda,
ilnerò Catrame non bastava
cicala in balia della sua ballata
È brava a cantare non a ballarla
Ho già in vendita il cuore
l'hai sotto gli occhi, anche se l'ignori
mi vuoi ricco fammi avere i milioni
Non mi ispiraste farei merda migliore
/
Walla
Ualà
1up
1up
What’s the sample could u tell me?
man even put the download link ❤
❤️🤝
Quick spin on the block
Make em reminisce
Sun done sun upon mandem
One with me flickin my wrist
Shawty out here strapped
I don't want to make her stress
Vin diesel in my boxi
Aint need no vest to say who next
360 spin leave the scene
Cause i done make a mess
Come to my hood where
My brothers know we all
About the facts and the bag
If you aint inna mindset than
Thats a drag cause you
Be missin out on the bread
Eh
were is the main harp sample from if u know by chance
i don't know
@@A4KEY2 thanks anyway bro/sis
Ima try to recreate it.
encore un joint
jferme les yeux et jpense a tout
pour me vider la tete
jbaise la prod jcrache mes lyrics dans sa bouche
Popopoooooooooo
bro wasted no time
3aych Gelbi m3mer Nghni fel rap nfrgh Lets go so Far Harb bladkom mkhli lfake Y3ish
That's what they think
Got PTSD, nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us
(Bop, bop, bop)
The fake do a good job blendin' in with the real these days
But I still tell the difference
Realness get recognition
I recognize that from a distance, see it from far (wait)
Bare ANPR, told bro
Beg you don't smoke weed in the car ('low it)
It feels good to see me in the charts
I used to hit shots, sell rock, and link in parks (alright)
You've been warned, I ring the alarm
They talk 'bout the trap, they ain't been in it once
Why G got the trench coat on?
It's black and long like a Christian nun
Tryna locate me a new plate
I don't put trust in vintage guns
Stop whingin' and go get some money
What's wrong with these self-inflicted bums? (Alright)
For my livelihood, pushed white in my hood
But I don't recommend it, there's no longevity
Central, don't forget me
Money don't make me lose my memory
A2 and he do man badly
Do that gladly
I treat every day like a Monday morning
I treat every month like a January (uh)
They think they got one up on us
D-T-B, I don't trust bitches
Out of my dogs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men
Get some money, relive your childhood
Shorty think that I'm childish (why?)
Tryna pull down my trousers
Rip my nut on my Calvins (Kleins)
Out of sight, out of mind
We ain't gotta jump out this ride
Arm out the window, keep it simple
Try hit man off his mountain bike
Link up with a ganja farmer
Cuttin' down plants, no agriculture
Leave it to God, we don't practice obeah
Plan it correct, we gon' catch him
I can't go broke, that's a no-no
Can't all off, that's awkward (awks)
My chain cost sixty-thousand
Cool, that's a club performance (alright)
I don't like braggin'
I'm a lowlife but I like high fashion
Amiri denim, it cost a arm and a leg
And a G still saggy
And bro still chingy, and bro still trappin'
Ying and a yang and I need more balance
Baby, I just wanna fuck
I'm sorry, I don't wanna meet your parents (nah, uh)
They think they got one up on us
D-T-B, I don't trust bitches
Out of my dogs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men (uh)
They think they got one up on us
D-T-B, I don't trust bitches
Out of my dogs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men
lemme go speak some facts
like cench im really tryna bridge the gap
all tense, when rolling round w my batch
if we get pulled aside its a wrap
n uno ima leave it at that
cuz if they hear this track then its cap
n ill go say to you that its chat
cuz uno i aint make living like that
but he know that we make a killing like that
n zino busy dun dealling out
this shit ass 😭😭😭😭💀💀