@@GCBoss bitter men nowadays. SMH. His message was actually helpful. I didn't know it was a sample, now that I know it was a sample I can go appreciate the original artist.
I brush my teeth alot and I was finally getting waves im fromce Chicago Florida da one dats in LA how the person who made time knew what time it was that day I guess that how the minuet made
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh? I ain't flashin', though I'm just coolin' right now It ain't nobody but me and Hemp in the studio And I'm just boolin' And, I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me So, I just recorded Real street nigga, I ain't tryna feel no sorrow (no) Drive that Maybach like a fuckin' Monte Carlo I been tryna find some peace and only God know Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the dial tone I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin') Not many 'round if you don't know, it helped my pockets (my pockets) And my bro, take that Draco and go wildin' (blaow, blaow) Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that violence Violins should be played, how I'm stylin' Comment "Where", she like, "What picture?" That ain't my bitch Tired of the Bayou, I want take it out to New York And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge I flash out and take his head from off his body I never once showed you that side, but that's who I'm is Hidin' out, I let that .30 spit on College If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did I'm a real street nigga, yeah I just pulled my radar out and tried to stop a nigga (where you goin'?) I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (fuck is you doin'?) Fuck my ex, I hope my next can prolly top a nigga Take me to a place I can't imagine (oh) Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh) Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic Yeah, we knocked him off Nigga what? They gotta hand it I just took to flowin' on the block and took the top off Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz, that's some dropouts They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens, that ain't my fault I'm with Hemp, I'm drinkin' on that Hen' like a pour pour Pitch a (?) they drinkin' on that gin, I been goin' off Goin' off on all these hoes waitin' on me to fall I walked in court, dirty as the fuck with pee up in my drawers (woo) Bitch, I'm drunker than the fuck, I need some Tylenol I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y'all (blaow, blaow) I left therapy with K3 and I sped off Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off Been goin' crazy but I can't let my son see it all (at all) All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone (gone) If you my friend, let's get it in, bitch, take yo' panties off Take me to a place I can't imagine (oh) Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh) Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic Yeah, we knocked him off Nigga what? They gotta hand it
Aye look I’m heartbroken my heart filled with sorrow I got money don’t heal it make it hard tho the ones that love say they love me but only god knows some time my enemy’s treat me better than my family I might pop xan go sit back and not panic FLOW CHAMGE- what’s blacking what’s good young blood how you bleeding broke up with my ex and I ain’t mean it
This backing track is stolen. This guy didn’t give credit to the original artist. If you’re gonna use it, please credit Buckethead the song is Aunt Suzie
Drum Dummie Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh I ain't flashin', though I'm just coolin' right now It ain't nobody but me and Herm in the studio And I'm just bored I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me So, I just recorded Real street nigga, I ain't tryna feel no sorrow (no) Drive that Maybach like a fuckin' Monte Carlo I been tryna find some peace and only God know (yeah) Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the dial tone I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin') Not many 'round, if you don't know, it helped my pockets (my pockets) And my bro take that Draco and go wildin' (bah, bah) Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that violence Violins should be played, how I'm stylin' Comment well, she like, "What picture?" That ain't my bitch Tired of the Bayou, I wan' take it out to New York And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge I flash out and take his head from off his body I never once showed you that side, but that's who I'm is Hidin' out, I let that .30 spit on College If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did I'm a real street nigga, yeah I just pulled my 'Retta out and tried to stop a nigga (where you goin'?) I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (fuck is you doin'?) Fuck my ex, I hope my next can probably top her, nigga Take me to a place I can't imagine (oh) Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh) Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic Yeah, we knocked him off Nigga, what? They gotta hand it I just took the foreign on the block and took the top off Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz, that's some dropouts They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens, that ain't my fault I'm with Herm, I'm drinkin' on that Henn' like a pawpaw Pure codeine, they drinkin' on that gin, I been goin' off Goin' off on all these hoes waitin' on me to fall I walked in court, dirty as the fuck with pee up in my draws (woo) Bitch, I'm drunker than the fuck, I need some Tylenol I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y'all (bah, bah) I left therapy with K3 and I sped off Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off Been goin' crazy but I can't let my son see it all All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone If you my friend, let's get it in, bitch, take yo' panties off
This beat takes me to a place I can’t imagine.
For God so loved the world, as to give his only begotten Son; that whosoever believeth in him, may not perish, but may have everlasting life
The beat is heavy
Thats because buckethead wrote it
@@icethemike5578 Give up, nobody cares
@@GCBoss he aint wrong
So catchy have the sound all day even if I turn it off
Real street nigga I ain’t tryna feel no sorrow
Shout out to the goat of the guitar, buckethead
Girlhefunnyaf went dummy on dis🙏
When
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Violins should be played How I’m styling
Trill! 🔥
This beat brought to by buckethead lol he has a writing credit
Who cares?
@@GCBoss bitter men nowadays. SMH. His message was actually helpful. I didn't know it was a sample, now that I know it was a sample I can go appreciate the original artist.
Thanks man this is informative.
@@EnilSsab Lol, good for you.
@@GCBoss wdym who cares?
This song would sound like ass without the beat lol
I'm from Chicago, Florida, the one that's in LA
Where the very very first instrumental of this.
Mr Jones i was wondering the thing
No cap - point guard
It’s called Aunt Suzie (Space Cadillac) by Buckethead
I knew this whole song without YB😂😂😂
I brush my teeth alot and I was finally getting waves im fromce Chicago Florida da one dats in LA how the person who made time knew what time it was that day I guess that how the minuet made
bruh i been going thru da same things
1:16
Where can I find it
maybe try searching "house arrest tings" 🥰
Yo
I had a nightmare that mario judah remixed this
😂😂😂😂😂😂
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?
I ain't flashin', though
I'm just coolin' right now
It ain't nobody but me and Hemp in the studio
And I'm just boolin'
And, I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me
So, I just recorded
Real street nigga, I ain't tryna feel no sorrow (no)
Drive that Maybach like a fuckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace and only God know
Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the dial tone
I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin')
Not many 'round if you don't know, it helped my pockets (my pockets)
And my bro, take that Draco and go wildin' (blaow, blaow)
Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that violence
Violins should be played, how I'm stylin'
Comment "Where", she like, "What picture?" That ain't my bitch
Tired of the Bayou, I want take it out to New York
And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his head from off his body
I never once showed you that side, but that's who I'm is
Hidin' out, I let that .30 spit on College
If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did
I'm a real street nigga, yeah
I just pulled my radar out and tried to stop a nigga (where you goin'?)
I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (fuck is you doin'?)
Fuck my ex, I hope my next can prolly top a nigga
Take me to a place I can't imagine (oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga what? They gotta hand it
I just took to flowin' on the block and took the top off
Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz, that's some dropouts
They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens, that ain't my fault
I'm with Hemp, I'm drinkin' on that Hen' like a pour pour
Pitch a (?) they drinkin' on that gin, I been goin' off
Goin' off on all these hoes waitin' on me to fall
I walked in court, dirty as the fuck with pee up in my drawers (woo)
Bitch, I'm drunker than the fuck, I need some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y'all (blaow, blaow)
I left therapy with K3 and I sped off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off
Been goin' crazy but I can't let my son see it all (at all)
All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone (gone)
If you my friend, let's get it in, bitch, take yo' panties off
Take me to a place I can't imagine (oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga what? They gotta hand it
💯🔥
Shit FyRee
🔥💯
Coooold
Aye look I’m heartbroken my heart filled with sorrow I got money don’t heal it make it hard tho the ones that love say they love me but only god knows some time my enemy’s treat me better than my family I might pop xan go sit back and not panic FLOW CHAMGE- what’s blacking what’s good young blood how you bleeding broke up with my ex and I ain’t mean it
U went from on beat to unreleased youngboy i want it all😭
Aunt suzie
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It's a Buckethead riff
Yes!!
@@M3Productionz wtf is that link supposed to mean??
Can you reproduce // ced Escobar - Freddy please and keep up the good work this is the exact remake of it proud of you bruh
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Imma use this beat
This backing track is stolen. This guy didn’t give credit to the original artist. If you’re gonna use it, please credit Buckethead the song is Aunt Suzie
@@Johnnysmithy24 wasn't stolen, and he was credited btw
@@ballinbeatz Do you have proof?
@@Johnnysmithy24 watch drumdummies breakdown of the beat, he talks about it in the end
@@ballinbeatz ok
M3 do instrumental on my cousin trench kidd
Prime girlhefunnyaf was fire
my boy just remixed this and I posted it on my channel PPl are liking it too
Nice ass beat
I need those vocals in the back
Get Arcade, tht vst has them and it got way more
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh
I ain't flashin', though
I'm just coolin' right now
It ain't nobody but me and Herm in the studio
And I'm just bored
I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me
So, I just recorded
Real street nigga, I ain't tryna feel no sorrow (no)
Drive that Maybach like a fuckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace and only God know (yeah)
Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the dial tone
I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin')
Not many 'round, if you don't know, it helped my pockets (my pockets)
And my bro take that Draco and go wildin' (bah, bah)
Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that violence
Violins should be played, how I'm stylin'
Comment well, she like, "What picture?" That ain't my bitch
Tired of the Bayou, I wan' take it out to New York
And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his head from off his body
I never once showed you that side, but that's who I'm is
Hidin' out, I let that .30 spit on College
If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did
I'm a real street nigga, yeah
I just pulled my 'Retta out and tried to stop a nigga (where you goin'?)
I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (fuck is you doin'?)
Fuck my ex, I hope my next can probably top her, nigga
Take me to a place I can't imagine (oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga, what? They gotta hand it
I just took the foreign on the block and took the top off
Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz, that's some dropouts
They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens, that ain't my fault
I'm with Herm, I'm drinkin' on that Henn' like a pawpaw
Pure codeine, they drinkin' on that gin, I been goin' off
Goin' off on all these hoes waitin' on me to fall
I walked in court, dirty as the fuck with pee up in my draws (woo)
Bitch, I'm drunker than the fuck, I need some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y'all (bah, bah)
I left therapy with K3 and I sped off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off
Been goin' crazy but I can't let my son see it all
All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone
If you my friend, let's get it in, bitch, take yo' panties off
man i just rapped right wit the beat
Much better without the lyrics
Fax
Nigga what uu sound slow asl 😂😂
@@ChapoTop1 you*
@@ACEOFFICIALMUSIC1 man shut cho bitch ass up
@@ChapoTop1 your*
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