a playlist that will be in chronological order of when i released the beats.

natew beats

(KING VAMP INTRO) Playboi Carti - New Tank [BEST VERSION]

misogi - clairvoyant (slowed)

916Frosty - Waiting (nw)

ISSJXKE - Take You Off (speed+bass)

removed the shitty ass parts of this song where you cant understand wtf theyre saying

Fourth Gear Cypher (But Better)

MGMT - Kids (hardstyle)

Lil Pump - Mosh Pit (BASS + SPEED)

LYRICS:
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
2:00 a.m. shit, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah
Hated on the Rollie and I still ain't got time
Geekin' on the lean while them hoes snorting lines
Nah, I'm still the same nigga, no wait by the line
Walking in, strap on me, I don't do a pat down
Even when I'm getting sucked off, know a strap round
Know a nigga faking, we ain't never seen his background
Spend a little quarter mil just to ride your bitch 'round
Nigga seeing chandeliers when I wave my wrist 'round
Please quit the talking ho, you might make me miscount
Say that ho faithful, I'ma show you what your bitch 'bout
Sprayin' like a wildfire, niggas can't put it out
Steady burning money, niggas mad that I ain't running out
Youngin super with it, talk about us, and they gun him down
I just bought a ring and that fucker worth a hundred pounds
Swear I'm on the right path, I'll never turn around
I just bought a chain and that fucker worth a hundred pounds
Key done taught me never trust a nigga or a bitch, hey
They ain't talking money, man that shit ain't making sense
Three choppers on me, nigga swerve with the tint
'Bout to take the whole house out and hop the fence
Rollie really dripping like this fucker had a rinse
Suck a nigga dick and I might pay a bitch rent
Praying to the Lord for my sins, I repent
Screaming fuck 'em all, and they know that's what I meant
Falling off nigga, never never, we ain't doin' that
Hundred mil' strong, fuck a ho, I'm pursuing that
Molly with the Perc' get you right, ho, I'm chewing that
You can have that powder shit, baby I ain't doing that
Spending guap on a thot thot, I ain't doing that
Sipping on the Wock' in the drop, yeah, I'm doing that
Pull up on an opp in the block, yeah, I'm doing that
Shooting at that nigga, don't stop, I ain't doing that
I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch, I ain't doing that
Fucking on your bitch, she your bitch, yeah, I'm doing that
I'm counting them rolls, young nigga been doing that
Pouring them fours, young nigga been doing that
Your ho stay calling, don't know why she doing that
Callin' my phone, I hate when she doing that
Been on my VLONE, my nigga been doing that
I fuck your bitch, yeah, I been doing it
I'm on my shit, yeah, I been doing it
Hop on a beat, yeah, I influenced
All of my nig'-, yeah, they get to it
All of my bitches, they are into it
All of my nig'-, they gettin' to it
All of my bitches, they are into it, ooh, yeah
I got your bitch, and that bitch movin'
I got your bitch, and that bitch movin'
I got your bitch, let's get into it
Follow me bitch, let's make a movie
Pockets so thick, all in my Ksubi
Pockets so thick, they wanna sue me
Ooh, uh, let's get into it
Ooh, what, what, yeah, what, uh, yeah yeah
Falling off nigga, never never, we ain't doin' that
Hundred mil' strong, fuck a ho, I'm pursuing that
Molly with the Perc' get you right, ho, I'm chewing that
You can have that powder shit, baby, I ain't doing that
Spending guap on a thot thot, I ain't doing that
Sipping on the Wock' in the drop, yeah, I'm doing that
Pull up on an opp in the block, yeah, I'm doing that
Shooting at that nigga, don't stop, I ain't doing that
I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch, I ain't doing that
Fucking on your bitch, she your bitch, yeah, I'm doing that
I'm counting them rolls, young nigga been doing that
Pouring them fours, young nigga been doing that

penthouse shordy x southside

keyglock russian cream over clairvoyant by misogi

Russian Cream x Clairvoyant

Big Shot Cream Soda x Millenium

Yeat - Split (But Better)[SKIP TO 0:30]

Lyrics:
I pull off with my nigga finna throw a fit
I pull up on a bitch, I don't say shit, she gettin' in
But I had to kick her out cuz I ain't tell her ass to get in
I embarrass her in front of her little friends
You see, I do a lot of shit now just because I can
I could kill a man with my bare fuckin' hands
And I don't need a gun to fuckin' help with my defense
You play with me, I'll hang 'em up on the front fence
Leave it up to me, I'm Terrortuga Man, the prince
And I don't give a fuck about nothing but a spliff
You switch it back to us, my whole squad smokin' ghost dust shit [?]
Couldn't pull my damn blunt with a tow truck
Leave it up to me, I smoke the whole thing, one puff, I had enough
I ain't finna mingle with no fuck boy
Which one Imma hit first when I come for 'em?
Can't sit back, bitch I'm trynna go and look for 'em
Squad said to chill man, them little niggas ain't that important
I said yea, you right my boy, now it's time to get to smoking
See me on a mountain looking out, I'm cold as Nova Scotia
You can sip some lean, little bitch, I drink my own potion
All these little niggas don't even know where they goin'
I trip a fool so easily cuz he don't know what he doin'
I make a make a new tag and lay it up on you prick niggas
Don't come asking me about shit, I don't talk about nothin', nigga
I think I've seen too much, I'm trapped inside a trip, nigga
Now I be zoning in and zoning out until I see the children
Now I feel a little better, I'm smoking on the ceiling
I'm like [Mifune] I ain't puny
I'll surround your building
It's just me, and my shadow clones, finna get 'em
You see me chillin' on a ship, smokin' on a twister
She got respect for me, look how she call me "sir" and "mister"
I'm like chill bitch, I'm young, but I dig the gesture
Now pull up to the show, look like Limp Bizkit in it
You see, the line too long, they think that Kurt Cobain up in it
I'm like the new Foo Fighter, I don't like to fuck with niggas
I been through shit that took the pain up off my whole picture
I turn the other cheek if she pass a swisher
I'm Mr. Excellent, Philosopher, Professor
I'm not easily impressed, I'm pressin' extra pressure
I pull up and make a hater wanna find the exit
I'm headed back to Texas but I ain't got no ex's
Who is Rob Dyrdek's friend? Bitch I'm more reckless
I pull in, doin' 100 through whoever's section
I ain't switchin' back for nothin', [?] Tortuga heaven
I run this whole damn city cuz nobody livin'
I clean the blood off my door, cuz here come the children
You give no fuck about no hater, nor no imitator
When you the only damn captain sittin' at the table
You bitch!

Xavier Wulf - Philosophers Throne (Rage Remix)

All credit goes to squirlbeats and Xavier Wulf.
Lyrics: [Verse 1]
I'm finna cop a new whip and hit skip on you niggas
I pull up and get it cracking, I don't care about your feelings
I'ma take you now, I burn a nigga building
You a germ, lil' nigga and I end up in the ceiling
Chillin in the crib with the Silver Wulf missing
You won't find this on Airbnb listed
Let them niggas talk, but you ain't never gotta listen
I don't give a shit, you gotta pay for my attention, bitch
Fuck

[Verse 2]
Shut the fuck up, while I'm taking an attendance
Fuck nigga one, two, three in the building
I ain't finna play with nobody cheer
Niggas wanna hate, 'cause they hate the way they living
Don't play me, I ain't in the nigga business
Unless he talk tough, then I'ma make him wash dishes
I'ma stop trippin, only under one condition
Kill yourself now, whеn I got to be a witness
I pulled a littlе bitch and I ain't even use ascendents (Huh)

[Verse 3]
Bitch, trip lil' nigga, you will never be a winner
You can't even be a runner-up contender
I made in a week, what you made in the winter
Dumping through the cash, up until I get a splinter
Pull up so clean, you can tell I'm no beginner (Huh)
Bitch

Xavier Wulf - The Law (Rage Remix)

All credit goes to prodby668 for the beat and Xavier Wulf for the vocals.
Lyrics: 
You sleeping and geeking
I pull up and reap it, I'm keepin' the soft, bitch, you already know
Chillin' with killers and dealers
They sizzle your throat if you talk, bitch, you know how it go
Piecin' the pieces together
Bro, don't even sweat her, you knew that lil' bitch was a hoe
Nigga, you know how it go
Just get the money, them bitches gon' be at the door
Shoe collection a galore
Bet you can't find this shit here at nobody store
Is you lil' niggas important?
The answer is no, my nigga, you still a lil' boy
I be so full of the joy
Why is you hating?
You need to go feed your lil' boy
Turned myself into a boss
I paid the lil' cost, i hustled and now i enjoy
Shout out to kevin laroy
He tatted me up, i pull up and they cannot afford
Takin' the picture and wishin' a nigga
Would put out a hand and pull her aboard
All you lil' suckers are sore
You runnin' a lap and collapse while i run up the board
I just get so damn annoyed
I take a lil' drive and ride until i get bored

You can see me at the top
Looking down screaming what now
Tell them throw the towel they could
Never put the squad down
Switching back to me I'm rolling blunts
Just because the sun out
If I don't let her hit my
Weed she'll sit there an pout
What she want when I'm on my
Feet I got her looking up
Pull up to the scene she look so
Good I let you look at her
Squad coming up saying
"Wulf you know we fuck with ya"
I say, "same to you"
I shake a hand an tell um roll it up
Money man shawty but I don't
Brag that ain't my character
You can do the math I failed that
Class but I'm still counting up
Shout out Ms malone she tried to help
But I ain't give a fuck
I was ditchin' school with TA
Tryna stack it up

XAVIER WULF x DIE AGAIN

LYRICS:
They see me doin' me and they get so inspirated
Bitch you know me, I ain't worried 'bout who hatin'
Smokin' seaweed, man, now I sit adjacent
Fallin' jewels jinglin' hanging from me while the rain drip
Posted, no clip, just peace in my holster
Plan B, pull the blade on him, now he hold up
Grow up, I ain't Sosa but I still made her glo up
Thunder man, tundra boy, cold like Dakota

Young and I'm gorgeous, the flow fuckin' flawless
I know that talk is cheap, but from me, you can't afford it
Drugs in my cauldron, mixin' up the potion
Young white witch in the Styx, just flowin'
Creepin' like I'm Voldo, posted in the corridor
Gimme the light like Sean Paul, smokin' like I'm on parole
I said, "Stop, you lyin', you actin like you grind
You flexin' in them Benzes, but them bitches still parked
Hope your momma ain't around to see her son be nothin'
Hope you know nobody 'round when you say you stuntin'
No mask, no ax, just a blade on my lap
Birdbaths in the back let you know it's like that
Green grass, white stone, got a pool in my room
Diving board made of diamonds, shining while I'm in my tomb
No Rolex, no, give a fuck about the time
Cause no matter what they say, I know I'll always be mine

Im God X MorningDew

Xavier Wulf - Still Will (Ethereal Remix)

Yeat - Hardy Boys 2 (BEST INTRO)

Patience - Don Toliver Only (BEST VERSION)

Made For Me x Love Song

tiktokt remix saturn and slow dancing in the dark

Slow Dancing On Saturn

LYRICS:
No I can not wife a thot, bitch no I won't
I just cannot
She say, "Can I slide through?"
Bitch no you can't, you just cannot
I treat you same way I do a opp
Both you gettin' dropped
I take the drop to the car wash
And then I drop the top
Look at these niggas lookin', they too mad
I gained alot
I be laughin' so hard, my stomach hurt
I just cannot she say "Can I get a
Date?" Hoe no you can't, we just cannot
I heard you at them niggas' 'Bnb
Droppin' team top
I'ma born Memphis nigga with a
Degree in playin' dirty
Told that bitch I ain't got no
Time I'm always in a hurry
I pull up, shut down a town, you whack
Won't even worry
Hollow Squad pull through and watch them
Niggas scurry in a hurry
I try to find out a nigga issue
Hit him once that's enough
Hit 'em twice that's a dub
Do I look like a nigga that'll miss you?
Stop playin', that's enough
You can leave a nigga where he was
Rub-A-Dub in the tub with ya new boo
Let her tell it, you a scrub
I already knew what it was
Fuck him, her, them and you too
Run through, fuck it up then
I smoke another blunt, uh
Let me catch my breath i make sure I make my
Threats truly heart felt
I'm an underground king and I
Ain't gonna drop the belt
You sissy rappers finna sink and
We ain't sendin' help
Help, help bitch don't hurt yourself
I'm the shit that's in the back
You just the bottom shelf
I get too fly, I took his
Girl, all I could say was, "Welp"
I get it done and keep it movin'
Fuck who ever else (you bitch)
No I can not wife a thot, bitch no I won't
I just cannot
She say, "Can I slide through?"
Bitch no you can't, you just cannot
I treat you same way I do a opp
Both you gettin' dropped
I take the drop to the car wash
And then I drop the top
Look at these niggas lookin', they too mad
I gained alot
I be laughin' so hard, my stomach hurt
I just cannot she say "Can I get a
Date?" Hoe no you can't, we just cannot
I heard you at them niggas' 'Bnb
Droppin' team top

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