Tryna get rich, I'm stackin' them chips, Step on my block if you wanna get hit, Roll with the squad, we ain't never miss, Talk all that tough, but you ain't built for this. Who tf is Ghariba, that clown, He knows he’ll get hit, so he don’t come around, Stay in your lane, get lost in the sound, One wrong move, six feet underground. In the trap, movin' weight, that's facts, Run up on us, and we pushin' you back, Bro got the steel, it's tucked in the bag, Move like a ghost when we hop in the Jag. Running, running, that's what you do when you bumpin' us, Flexin' on socials, but scared to confront us, Out in the streets, we leave 'em in dust, Talk all that hard, but you ain't one of us. Rollin', rollin', swing that steel if I have to, Trust me, lil' man, you’re not on this, Keep talkin', you’ll be cryin' in a hospital bed, Mess with the gang, get left in distress. Hustle in silence, we don't make a sound, Stackin' the racks, while you're stuck in the pound, Eyes on the prize, never backin' down, Run up on us, and you won't be found. Late night grindin', no rest for the wicked, Out on the streets, every move's calculated, Feds on our tail, but we too quick to catch, Life in the trenches, where every step's a match. Now don’t tryna back beef drewzz ima buss man up ima bad breed Now don’t try to back beef, Drewzz, I’ma buss man up, I’m a bad breed, Roll up in the whip, tinted windows, black Ferrari, Catch you on the block, you ain't nothing but a softie, Talk tough online, but in person, you’re sorry. Catch him on the block, beat the shit out of him and his guys, Leave 'em bleeding on the pavement, hear their desperate cries, Masked up, gloves on, no remorse in my eyes, Run up on your crew, leave them all paralyzed. You can’t walk near 51st or any flats near my block, Cross the line, get smoked, no time to talk, Squad stays armed, ready with the Glock, Invade our zone, and you’ll end up outlined in chalk.
Ôi mẹ ơi Sắp tới giờ con phải lên toà Còng số 8 đợi con ở trong nhà lao Con biết không sao mà Trên đường đi đôi khi thấy không an toàn Không biết phải làm sao Trong đầu nhảy số gọi điện cho mama Alo
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BPM: 145
Key: Bm
Swidoms melodies are always sick asf
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Points 💯 yeah!
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One of my fav beats 🥶
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cold
harddd
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Very nice
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I like this one
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Tryna get rich, I'm stackin' them chips, Step on my block if you wanna get hit, Roll with the squad, we ain't never miss, Talk all that tough, but you ain't built for this.
Who tf is Ghariba, that clown, He knows he’ll get hit, so he don’t come around, Stay in your lane, get lost in the sound, One wrong move, six feet underground.
In the trap, movin' weight, that's facts, Run up on us, and we pushin' you back, Bro got the steel, it's tucked in the bag, Move like a ghost when we hop in the Jag.
Running, running, that's what you do when you bumpin' us, Flexin' on socials, but scared to confront us, Out in the streets, we leave 'em in dust, Talk all that hard, but you ain't one of us.
Rollin', rollin', swing that steel if I have to, Trust me, lil' man, you’re not on this, Keep talkin', you’ll be cryin' in a hospital bed, Mess with the gang, get left in distress.
Hustle in silence, we don't make a sound, Stackin' the racks, while you're stuck in the pound, Eyes on the prize, never backin' down, Run up on us, and you won't be found.
Late night grindin', no rest for the wicked, Out on the streets, every move's calculated, Feds on our tail, but we too quick to catch, Life in the trenches, where every step's a match.
Now don’t tryna back beef drewzz ima buss man up ima bad breed
Now don’t try to back beef, Drewzz, I’ma buss man up, I’m a bad breed,
Roll up in the whip, tinted windows, black Ferrari,
Catch you on the block, you ain't nothing but a softie,
Talk tough online, but in person, you’re sorry.
Catch him on the block, beat the shit out of him and his guys,
Leave 'em bleeding on the pavement, hear their desperate cries,
Masked up, gloves on, no remorse in my eyes,
Run up on your crew, leave them all paralyzed.
You can’t walk near 51st or any flats near my block,
Cross the line, get smoked, no time to talk,
Squad stays armed, ready with the Glock,
Invade our zone, and you’ll end up outlined in chalk.
Ôi mẹ ơi
Sắp tới giờ con phải lên toà
Còng số 8 đợi con ở trong nhà lao
Con biết không sao mà
Trên đường đi đôi khi thấy không an toàn
Không biết phải làm sao
Trong đầu nhảy số gọi điện cho mama
Alo
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