[Intro]
Menoh
Blame on me, no shame on you
No shame on you, blame on me no
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's soup
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear that's the perfect sequence, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed
See you fuckin' with me now 'cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
She fuck with solid niggas (aye)
She don't be fuckin' with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl ain't playin' with no toys
Watch my back, niggas lurkin', my girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect, dip and dash when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my (oh my)
Put my hand on your thighs (your thighs)
If I come through tonight (tonight)
I'll make you touch the sky (the sky)
Don't need to wink my eye (my eye)
No, I'm not even playin' (I'm not playin')
You know just what I'm sayin' (what I'm sayin')
Got you and all you cravings

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's soup
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear that's the perfect sequence, ooh

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches switch-a-roo
That pussy good, I'm blamin' you, you drippin', shame on you
She got real water (water), head real smarter (head)
Think that bitch from Florida, you probably can't afford her
Bentley truck might park the coupe, I'm livin' comfortable
Told money then I'm stuck with you, no I'm in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO, no small talk, I'm the CEO
My bitches is bad, they do the most
She way too foreign, straight off the boat
I put her on top, she leakin', she leakin'
Turn to a freak on the weekend, the weekend
Blame on me, no shame on you, girl you can't hide the truth
I might get a 'Rari coupe, but just to flex on you

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's soup
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear that's the perfect sequence, ooh

Creeping (feat. Rich the Kid)

Lil Skies - Creeping ft. Rich The Kid (Dir. by @_ColeBennett_)

Lil Skies X Rich The Kid - Creeping (Instrumental) (ReProd. Young Tony))

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it's been so damn long, dealing with the things I've felt

[Chorus]
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain

[Verse 1]
I don't even know what to feel, they don't even know what's real
Dry tears with a dollar bill, I'm out tryna make a mill', oh
Why you wanna take my soul? I'm yelling out "hell no!"
I can't even trust my friends, most of them might be foes
Watch these hoes when they say they want a lot of me
I don't know who's the one that wanna plot on me
I stay low so my demons don't acknowledge me
When I go, I know death don't do apologies

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it's been so damn long, dealing with the things I felt (ayy)

[Chorus]
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain

[Verse 2]
Know when it rains, it pours
They wanna go to war
For things that they can't afford
I gotta grab the sword, preach
I gotta thank the Lord, I gotta go record (heat)
I wanna be fly to soar 'cause niggas be trying to floor me
People be thinkin' that I won the lottery
So paranoid, I don't know who be plotting on me
Out of nowhere try to fight you
I'm feeling like Raichu 'cause everything shocking to me
Gotta beware of the wicked, the time will be ticking
Them niggas still clocking on me
Lord is my witness, I handle my business
You niggas ain't never ball blocking on me

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it's been so damn long, dealing with the things I've felt

[Chorus]
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain

[Outro]
Clout Cobain, yeah
Clout Cobain, yeah

CLOUT CO13A1N

Clout Cobain INSTRUMENTAL (Remade by Young Tony

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Mmm, ayy

[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, I'll SWAT, you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want
Candy paint with the white on top (skrrt)
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (drop)
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, I'll SWAT, you thot (pop)
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch (bling)
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (swish)
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want

[Verse 1]
Didn't know that was your girl when she gave me top (yuh)
Kicked her out the Rolls said, "Thanks a lot"
Goddamn, I love paper like I'm Michael Scott (yeah)
I can do things that your man cannot (yeah)
Slide boy comin' down, damn, I'm hot (hot)
Everybody say that I gotta be stopped (stopped)
Even though my final form ain't unlocked (locked)
I'm so ahead of you muhfuckas'
How you comprehend what you ain't understandin'?
Count a hundred bands and I watch it vanish
Diamonds going crazy like they on the dance floor
Got a lot of ass, nothin' I can't handle

[Pre-Chorus]
Flavor lasts forever, you should try a sample (goddamn)
Baby, I'm the boss like I'm Tony Danza (Tony Danza)
Everybody tryna tell me what I stand for
But you don't fuckin' know me, homie, you don't want war (ayy)

[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, I'll SWAT, you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want (hey, hey)
Candy paint with the white on top (yeah)
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (drop, drop)
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, I'll SWAT, you thot (pop, pop, pop, pop)
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top (woo)
Half price my whip, same price my watch (yeah)
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (swish)
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want

[Verse 2]
I've been rollin' twenty ash, hit the road (woo)
Hit the switch up the suicide doors (damn)
We already know you vanished though (ooh)
Hit my momma when I ride in that, oh
All these muhfuckas' so false with me (yah)
If your money funny, don't talk to me (nah)
I know there ain't shit that you could offer me (no)
Take a second if you think about crossin' me

[Pre-Chorus]
It lasts forever, you should try a sample (goddamn)
Baby, I'm the boss like I'm Tony Danza (Tony Danza)
Everybody tryna tell me what I stand for (what I stand for)
But you don't fuckin' know me, homie, you don't want war (you don't want war)

[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, I'll SWAT, you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, I'll SWAT, you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want

The Fate of the Furious: The Album

Post Malone - Candy Paint Instrumental

here is the unpitched album 
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1oV-MvXaCJrCa3RT05M5bqHS-o5KSq0ua

[Chorus]
And every single year
I'm drowning in my tears, I'm drowning in my tears again
I can't seem to forget the pain you seem to give
The pain you seem to give, my friend
And every single year
I'm drowning in my tears, I'm drowning in my tears again
I can't seem to forget the pain you seem to give
The pain you seem to give, my friend

[Bridge]
Woah, oh, woah, oh
Woah, oh, woah, oh
Woah, oh, woah, oh
Woah, oh, woah, oh
Woah, oh, woah, oh

[Chorus]
And every single year
I'm drowning in my tears, I'm drowning in my tears again
I can't seem to forget the pain you seem to give
The pain you seem to give, my friend
Woah, oh
And every single year
I'm drowning in my tears, I'm drowning in my tears again
Woah, oh
I can't seem to forget the pain you seem to give
The pain you seem to give, my friend
Woah, oh, woah, oh, woah, oh

[Break]

[Chorus]
And every single year
I'm drowning in my tears, I'm drowning in my tears again
I can't seem to forget the pain you seem to give
The pain you seem to give, my friend
Woah, oh

NUMB Instrumental

here is the unpitched album 
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1oV-MvXaCJrCa3RT05M5bqHS-o5KSq0ua

[Intro: Carlos Andrez]
Mamita, vente (mamita vente, mamita vente)
Ma-mi-ta (ma-mi-ta)

[Verse 1: Carlos Andrez]
Mamita, vente, olvida la gente
Sé que tu cuerpo me pide calor
Y sé lo que siente', la noche te prende
No te preocupes, me gustan mayor
Girl, you know you got me feeling you the way you move
Baby, bring you closer and let me show you what to do
Move it side to side, I know you want a drink or two
Let me have your body, let me show what I can do
Mami, eres tú quien me provoca (-a, -a, -a)
Cuando chupa ella sí se pone loca (-a, -a, -a)
Hazlo lento pero quítate la ropa (-a, -a, -a)
Enséñame rodillas y abre boca (-a, -a, -a), ah, ah, ah

[Pre-Chorus: Judah]
Mami, what you doing all alone in the club?
Baby, get your vibe up, pour up another cup
Girl, I wanna get you all alone out the club
Get up in my ride, I wanna show you love

[Chorus: Judah]
Sway you like a lullaby-y-y-y-y
Dance with me through the ni-i-i-i-ight
Back to mi casa, baby, sli-i-i-i-ide
Let me make you feel alri-i-i-i-ight
Sway you like a lullaby-y-y-y-y
Dance with me through the ni-i-i-i-ight
Back to mi casa, baby, sli-i-i-i-ide
Let me make you feel alri-i-i-i-ight (eh)

[Verse 2: Rio Santana]
Got me caught up in the vibe, now mama let's go
I'ma make you shine in the night time (baby)
Rolling with a star, you could be my angel
Just back that booty up at the right time
I can feel you when you dance, you grabbing all on my pants
I'm kissing you in advance, baby, live it up
She putting me in a trance, I'm throwing out all my bands
She yelling that this a jam, DJ, turn it up

[Bridge: Rio Santana]
She want it, she want it
We going hard 'til 6 in the morning
She need it, she need it
I bet the neighbors know my name when she moan it

[Pre-Chorus: Judah]
Mami, what you doing all alone in the club?
Baby, get your vibe up, pour up another cup
Girl, I wanna get you all alone out the club
Get up in my ride, I wanna show you love

[Chorus: Judah, XXXTENTACION]
Sway you like a lullaby-y-y-y-y
Dance with me through the ni-i-i-i-ight
Back to mi casa, baby, sli-i-i-i-ide
Let me make you feel alri-i-i-i-ight
Girl, I'll have you feeling ri-i-i-i-ight
Maybe only for a ni-i-i-i-ight
Come with me and feel the vi-i-i-i-ibe
Know I wanna get insi-i-i-i-ide

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Hold it now, the way you spin around
Got me so aroused, I can't keep it down
Hold it now the way you spin around
Got me so aroused, I can't keep it down

[Outro: Judah]
By-y-y-y-ye
Dance with me through the ni-i-i-i-ight
Back to mi casa, baby, sli-i-i-i-ide
Let me make you feel alri-i-i-i-ight

I Dont Even Speak Spanish Lol Instrumental

here is the unpitched album 
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1oV-MvXaCJrCa3RT05M5bqHS-o5KSq0ua

[Intro]
I can't seem to find someone's shoulder
Who will I rely on when it's over?
Took a chance with you, it made me colder
Better on my own when it's all over

[Verse]
So when I'm weak, who do I call?
My God, it hurts, I can't be calm
What do I do? Where do I run?
I'm tired of hate, I'm tired of love
I dug my nails into my arms
She turned and laughed at all my scars
What is my worth?
What is my worth?
[Outro]
Gave my love a piece of me
She put my heart beneath her feet
She turned and left I question, "What's my worth?"
Gave my love a piece of me
She put my heart beneath her feet
She turned and left I question, "What's my worth?"
My worth, my worth

ALONE PART3 Instrumental

[Intro: Matt OX]
Pew
Get money, yeah yeah
Get money, yeah, get money
Get money, yeah, yeah
Get money, yeah yeah (get money)
Get money, yeah yeah
Yeah
Get money, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Matt OX]
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Why you gotta sleep on my crew?
You know that my VVS' blue
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
My gang gonna eat real soon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All you little haters is doomed

[Post-Chorus: Matt OX & XXXTENTACION]
Ooh, wait, wait, ooh
Ooh, wait, ooh, ooh (woah, woah)
Get money, yah, yah
Get money, yah, yah (oh my)
Get money, yah, yah (oh my)
Get money, yah, yah

[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
Like wait, wait, uh, ska-ate, uh
Spin on my dick like a Beyblade, uh
My dick'll hit her like AK, uh
These boys is beggers they bacers, uh
Tie up your lace, boy you trippin', like, ayy?
Run up, get done up, say this every day
Uh, these niggas jealous and uh
Boy you is bitter like medicine, uh
Are you okay, bitch? Uh
Slay the pussy like I'm Jason, uh
Huh, fuck out my face, bitch, uh
1-0 like the Matrix, uh
Nigga try me, I tell ice to go get ya
Fuck around, I keep a blade like the Witcher
I want your auntie, your grandma, your sister
I eat the pussy for breakfast and dinner

[Chorus: Matt OX]
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Why you gotta sleep on my crew?
You know that my VVS' blue
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
My gang gonna eat real soon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All you little haters is doomed

[Post-Chorus: Matt OX]
Ooh, wait, wait, ooh
Ooh, wait, ooh, ooh (woah, woah)
Get money, yah, yah (yeah)
Get money, yah, yah (yah, yah)
Get money, yah, yah (yah, yah)
Get money, yah, yah

$$$ ft. Matt ox Instrumental

this playlist also took forever to make so i hope yall enjoy

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends
In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends
In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans
Lost 21 grams, and she did it on cam
Weren't no video dance
Make my own rules, I really don't pick, I just choose
I don't set picks, I just shoot
Chop and get screwed
I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs
Put It on God, He the one who put me on top
Can't be put in a box
Gotta move on the opps, never got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott
And move that deep, tryna run down, shit's steep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Heartbreak hotel
Bet you can't take no L's
Plug like AOL
Who say that I ain't gon' sell?
Hand me the H, I'll sell
She said "I got a nigga"
I said "I ain't gon' tell"
Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale
I'm sick of the drank (the drank, yeah)
The flippin' of paint (the paint, yeah)
Grippin' the grain (the grain, yeah)
Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah)
My niggas gon' flame (bang, yeah)
Bitch, I'm with gang (gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on the plane

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

[Segue: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends

[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Family function, ain't no friends, had a line around my ends
Turned 'em into Ms, why you tryna make amends?
What's that smell? It's heaven's scent
Like I drop shade out the wind
Dodgin' hell and sins, I can't go back there again
Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized, take the one, feel vilified
You can't see my suns, like the light don't hit this eye
In the function and I'm fried, this here strive is not a drive
When they open wide, it's a riot, riot

[Outro: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh!
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

NO BYSTANDER Prod. Young Tony

[Intro]
Scott Storch

[Chorus]
Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah
'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah
Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah
Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah
These people don't want me alive, no
They wanna play games with my life, oh
The coupe doors are suicide, oh
The coupe doors are suicide, oh-ah

[Verse]
Said I hope you got my note bitch
Ayy, I left it on the suicide door bitch
Yeah, and you left it on the floor bitch
Ayy, rule number 1 never trust no bitch
Get this green then smoke this green, gotta stay potent
Pussy nigga talking shit but he ain't know shit
Chicken noodle ass nigga, man, you boneless
Yeah, I keep my ratchet, boy, you pole-less
Wayy, throwing bands tonight
Throwing bands tonight, shawty throwing bands tonight
Throwing bands tonight, huh

[Chorus]
Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah
'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah
Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah
Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah
These people don't want me alive, no
They wanna play games with my life, oh
The coupe doors are suicide, oh
The coupe doors are suicide, oh-ah

Trippie Redd - Taking A Walk [INSTRUMENTAL] I Prod. By Young Tony

Lyrics
They're rotting my brain, love
These hoes are the same
I admit it, another hoe got me finished
Broke my heart, oh no you didn't
Fuck sippin', I'ma down a whole bottle
Hard liquor, hard truth, can't swallow
Need a bartender, put me out my sorrow
Wake up the next day in the Monte Carlo
With a new woman, tell me she from Colorado
And she love women, she'll be gone by tomorrow
Who am I kiddin'?
All this jealousy and agony that I sit in
I'm a jealous boy, really feel like John Lennon
I just want real love, guess it's been a minute
Pissed off from the way that I don't fit in
I don't fit in
Tell me what's the secret to love, I don't get it
Feel like I be runnin' a race I'm not winnin'
Ran into the devil today and she grinnin'
Hey, these girls are insane
All girls are the same
They're rotting my brain, love
Think I need a change
Before I go insane, love
All girls are the same
They're rotting my brain, love
Think I need a change
Before I go insane, love
Ten minutes, she tell me it would take ten minutes
To break my heart, oh no she didn't
Fuck livin', I'ma drown in my sorrow
Fuck givin', I'ma take not borrow
And I'm still sinnin', I'm still losin' my mind
I know I been trippin', I'm still wasting my time
All the time given, am I dyin? Am I livin'?
It's fuck feelings, my sorrow go up to the ceilin'
Now I am insane
Demons in my brain, love
Peace I can't obtain
'Cause all these girls the same, love
Now I am insane
Demons in my brain, love
Peace I can't obtain
'Cause all these girls the same, love
Songwriters: Danny Snodgrass / Jarad A Higgins / Nick Mira

Juice WRLD All Girls Are The Same [Insturmental] Remake By Young Tony

❌ All audio is completely remade by me, if seeking takedown for any reason, email me at youngtonyreproductions@gmail.com

❌ Do not reupload instrumentals unless given permission to.

[Intro: Yung Bans]
(Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy)

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a Beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a Beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Hmm, I'm on the beach with my feet up, ayy
Everybody say I'm switchin', I don't speak enough, hmm, ayy
I just turn my speakers up, hmm, ayy
I just turn my speakers up, huh
I'm movin' on just like my lease was up, ayy
And I'm still poppin' these Percs, lil' bitch, I'm geekin' up, huh
I might fuck that lil' ho if she freak enough, ayy
Then I have a new bitch 'fore the week was up, ayy

[Chorus: Yung Bans & Landon Cube]
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a Beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a Beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see (yeah)
If it ain't 'bout the money (yeah), I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (ayy, yeah)
If it ain't 'bout the money (yeah, ayy)

[Verse 2: Landon Cube]
Now I grind for that money, I got that green, yeah
I'm gunnin' for that cheese, yeah, that cheese, yeah
I run off with ya honey, she off the bean, yeah
She wanna stay the week, I make her leave now, ayy
Gettin' high, yeah, on the west side, yeah
All my life, yeah, think that I'ma die here
I put some money off to the side, yeah
Take a ride with me, yeah

[Chorus: Yung Bans & YBN Nahmir]
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a Beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a Beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (ayy)
If it ain't 'bout the money (ayy, gang)

[Verse 3: YBN Nahmir]
(Grra!)
One day they caught me loafin' after droppin' off my bitch (droppin' off my bitch)
They sent a couple shots but I'm just glad that nigga missed (on the gang, nigga)
Ducked down and started clapping, tried to flip that hoe, whip (grra, pow, pow, pow)
But I would rather take a life before my mama see me stiff (ayy, that's on my mama)
So I'm clutchin' on that .44 when I'm trippin' (ayy, grra, pow, pow, pow)
Trey paralyzed but I'm just glad that nigga livin' (ayy, I'm just glad that nigga livin')
Please don't come to me when that nigga granny end up missin' (when that nigga end up missin')
I was coolin' out in Cali, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it (ayy, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it, huh?)

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a Beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a Beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money

Yung Bans - Ridin Ft. YBN Nahmir & Landon Cube [Instrumental Remake]

[Verse 1]
I can show you how to fit a M in a duffel
Show you how to fit a hunnid bags in a duffel
Went and bought a Demon nigga, just to burn rubber
Bitch you bad as fuck I might just hit you with no rubber
On that Slaughter Gang shit, bitch we knife talkin'
Nigga, I ain't makin' no diss songs, we be white chalkin'
All my niggas dogs and we like to bite, don't it?
Glock 30, .45, with the mic on it
Goin' brazy, niggas think I need a psych, don't it
If I can't finesse 'em, I'mma put the pipe on 'em
Niggas pussy, they can't wait to turn to mice on ya
12 catch ya, they gon' put the blue lights on ya

[Chorus]
Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas
Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas

[Verse 2]
You do a lot of talkin' nigga, not me
Do a lot of walkin' nigga, that's me
Finna open up a morgue, all this damn beef
Choppa with the sword, Game of Thrones .223
Max out, Tee Tay down the road, finna max out
Late night, pullin' in the 'partments, all the scraps out
Scraps out, make the wrong move, get clapped out
Don't you think I'm slippin' just because a nigga rap now
Got a hoodie man, I'm the boogie man
We on that bullshit man, walk around with Uzis man
This a Mulsanne, not a Mustang
Let the .30 hang, nigga I'm so gang

[Chorus]
Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas
Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas

[Outro]
Nightmare on Elm Street
Issa Nightmare on Elm Street
A Nightmare on Elm Street
Feel like Jason, Friday 13th
Hockey mask with the .223
Issa Nightmare on Elm Street
A Nightmare on Elm Street

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Oh, won't you tell me? Please just tell me

Explain how this should work

Well now who could it be, that lives inside of me?
I'm broken, lying helpless, shattered
Surrounded by the world

And yet, your smiling bright
Completely blind to life

My ruptured lungs; they were left this way
For once, I'm out of breath
The truth I seek, never felt so bleak but
I maintain my depth

Freeze

(Pre-Chorus)

I'm breakable;
Unbreakable
I'm shaking yet
Unshakable
Until the day that you find me

(Chorus)

I'll stand here
Existing and feeling wretched existence
Consuming life-force 'til I grow distant
Don't bother searching for somebody like me
A fading no one
I don't want to hurt you, it's not my nature
A monster born from dusk to dawn can't be your saviour
Remember the 'me', the way I used to be

As who I still should be

The isolation spreads and tears
Those happy /days, pierce into me
The lonely memories cease to care
They spread throughout my history

I'll never move
I'll never lose
I'll never move
I'll never lose
I'll never move
I'll never lose you
Unraveling the world

At once, I start changing
Yet everything's remaining
These lives I felt would join as one
They fade away before they've begun

(Pre-Chorus)

I'm breakable; unbreakable
I'm shaking yet; unshakable
Until these hands "contaminate you

(Chorus)

I'll stand here existing and feeling wretched existence
Consuming life-force 'til I grow distant
Don't bother searching for somebody like me
A fading no one
This lonely space, held into place by someone crazy
Shall melt away like dawn to day as things get hazy
So please think of me, the way I used to be

As who I really should be

So don't forget me
You can't forget me
You won't forget me
Please don't forget me

With changing inside I'm completely paralyzed
Remaining corrupt as I wish for paradise

Remember the 'me', the way I used to be

Oh, won't you tell? Oh, please just tell...
Well now who could it be, that lives inside of me?

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