21 Savage - No Heart (11SCG11 Remix)

Vocal by 21 Savage via YouTube Channel "FLP Type Beats GY" @flptypebeat:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81jl_m60ORM

Loop by Berlin Artist "SKG Beatz" via Looperman.com:
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21 Savage - No Heart (11SCG11 Remix)

Juice WRLD - Scared Of Love (11SCG11 Remix)

Vocal by Juice WRLD via YouTube Channel "Bobby Trill - Hip Hop Vocals/Acapellas" @bobbytrill-hiphopvocalsaca8580:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAg6JWaBSq4

Loop by Netherlands artist "Tinna" via Looperman.com:
https://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/325052/juice-wrld-loop-morning-tinna-free-156bpm-rap-acoustic-guitar-loop

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Don Toliver Feat. Kali Uchis - Drugs n Hella Melodies (11SCG11 Remix)

Vocal by Don Toliver & Kali Uchis via YouTube Channel "Acapella Boulevard" @acapellaboulevard https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0YVRQy_PF8

Loop by Belgian artist "Lenox" @lenoxbeatmaker via Looperman.com:
https://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/349187/lenoxbeatmaker-imperial-passages-free-142bpm-hip-hop-electric-guitar-loop

Lyrics:
Sex full of adrenaline
This pussy put you right to sleep just like a sedative
Not to sound conceited, I'm not one to brag
But I'm the girl you needed that you never had
Some people only see the negative
Some people find a way to see the good in everything
I just wanna see you through the good and bad
Take you as you are and never give you back
No place I can't go
Love ain't here, no
Drugs and hella melodies
On the ocean and it's bright
Diamonds blinging, diamonds blinding
Are you hoping for the time?
See you dressed in designer, hold your manners
Don't give it up, don't give it up, up
Don't give it, don't give it up
Don't give it up
Sex full of adrenaline
This pussy put you right to sleep just like a sedative
Not to sound conceited, I'm not one to brag
But I'm the girl you needed that you never had
Some people only see the negative
Some people find a way to see the good in everything
I just wanna see you through the good and bad
Take you as you are and never give you back
Caught my eye, I love your intellect (intellect)
I guess I put you straight to sleep, I call it bed rest (bed rest)
I just want your body like I never had (I just want your body like I-)
Take you out the house and never bring you back
Read my mind, you know that I'm into you
Spend our days off in the lake, I guess you into that (into that)
I just wanna love you like a hunnid racks (I just wanna love you, love you)
Take you out of town and never bring you back (out of town and love you)
No place I can't go
Love ain't here, no
Drugs and hella melodies

Don Toliver Feat. Kali Uchis - Drugs n Hella Melodies (11SCG11 Remix)

Lil Durk Feat. Lil Baby & Polo G - 3 Headed Goat (11SCG11 Remix)

Loop by German producer CBBK @prod.cbbk via Looperman.com:
https://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/357219/dark-trap-piano-free-130bpm-trap-piano-loop

Lyrics
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math but nigga don't test me
I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me
Still riding around with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me
Police had raided our spot, so we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm going retarded
He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter and we on them jet skis
If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the red key
I cannot mention my homies inside of my songs 'cause I know they be trappin' a lot
I can't keep taking these pills, when I'm in the trenches, they say I be cappin' a lot
I know a nigga who say he got rich off the dope, but I know he be actin' a lot
I know some niggas who say that they took down the city but niggas be lackin' a lot
Yeah, that shit was awful, nigga had that dog food
That day they shot you, I slid on the Mongoose
You cannot come back around me, you turned your back on me I cannot forget
The police was lying, they said that they caught you, but nigga they made you admit
Your name was fine, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitch
Fuck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich (turn up)
Only twenty-five, living like a boss, ridin' 'round with a chauffeur
I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid, keep lookin' over my shoulder
Niggas lying like I'm stealing swag, but it's my shit like I wrote it
These rappers really nice as hell, I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off
Man, he say he gon' press up on who?
I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul
Back to back Suburbans, I'm a big dog
I was in the slums serving fentanyl
Zombie land, junkies having withdrawals
I been gettin' to a lot of missed calls
Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking about
I should slap him for saying he hot as me
I don't know who could fuck with me, honestly
And they know I'm the man so they watching me
Different color bands like Monopoly
Man, they must not be using his head
If he thinking I don't keep a Glock on me
That's like suicide if you play with us, got a better chance at the lottery
Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep
Make the crowd dance, choreography
Once I got a plan, ain't no stopping me
Three car garage, million dollar crib with a foreign bitch riding on top me
A lot of people done said I won't be shit, well I guess they owe me an apology
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math but nigga don't test me
I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me
Still riding around with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me
Police had raided our spot so we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm going retarded
He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter and we on them jet skis
If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the red key

Lil Durk Feat. Lil Baby & Polo G - 3 Headed Goat (11SCG11 Remix)

21 Savage - Slidin' (11SCG11 Remix)

Vocal by 21 Savage via YouTube Channel "Huma 21" @huma2119 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsrxFXQ_Kxk

Loop by Miami producer Kohiba Beatz @kohibabeatz via Looperman.com:
https://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/357634/lickity-split-pad-kb-free-160bpm-trap-pad-loop

21 Savage - Slidin' (11SCG11 Remix)

Juice WRLD - No Good (11SCG11 Remix)

Vocal by Juice WRLD via YouTube Channel "StudioWRLD999"  @studiowrld999 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Bk79FmErvU

Loop by Baton Rouge producer KeyCash @keycash.beats via Looperman.com:
https://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/357723/polo-g-type-guitar-need-space-free-175bpm-trap-electric-guitar-loop

Lyrics:
Cold
(Special Request)
Ain't nothin' but a-
Uh, no-good bad woman, yeah, huh
No-good, diamond-watchin' woman, uh (hey, Rvssian)
She ain't nothin' but a no-good, diamond-watchin' woman
Only love me 'cause she see Versace on my linens
Baby, I'm not God, so your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin'
Mama told me, "Cut the bad h- off with the scissors"
Make 'em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bae, I'm high off n-, so your name I cannot remember
Using Op- overly, openly f- up my image, yeah (uh)
One thing you need to know about me is
All I ever wanted was love and money, yeah
One thing you need to know about me is
This rock star life turned me to a junkie
Uh, another thing you need to know about me is
I'm full of addictions, decisions vindictive
Subject a lil' sensitive, maybe I should just shallow it
Went from talkin' depression to money-makin' prerogative (yeah)
Still a smart guy, could've got a scholarship
Sayin' f- college, I'ma tell you how I started it
It took one phone call from G-Money, that's my dawg (yeah)
Turned me from a 20-dollar n- to millions in my drawers
This song's about all my talents and vices (oh-oh)
Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (oh-oh)
Until it piss your father off, he already pissed though (oh-oh)
I know, 'cause his daughter on my tour givin' deep- (oh-oh)
This song's about all my talents and vices (oh-oh)
Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (oh-oh)
Your girl give me f-, you should be excited (oh-oh)
'Cause when she come back to you, that's a million-dollar nut kiss (mwah, oh-oh)
She ain't nothin' but a no-good, diamond-watchin' woman
Only love me 'cause she see Versace on my linens
Baby, I'm not God, so your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin'
Mama told me, "Cut the bad h- off with the scissors"
Make 'em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, bae, I'm high off n-, so your name I cannot remember
Using Op- overly, openly f- up my image, yeah
I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout music and girls, right?
I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout dr-
I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout music and h-, right?
And clothes, I was overly exposed
Now I'm bearin' the fruits my mama planted, they done growed
Yeah, they done glowed up, I done glowed up
O- got me sewed up, gotta remain focused
And these groupie h- bogus, everybody knows it
But they turn me to a poet, with the love commotion
Blood, sweat, and tears, money parted it, Moses
Used to roll mid, now it's gas, what I'm smokin' (what I'm smokin')
Like I farted, hit the gas, I'm in motion (I'm in motion)
I departed, wrist hangin' out the window, cost your apartment
This the brightest that my life ever been
I need diamonds all over for when it get dark again
Called my mama up and told her that the devil marchin' in
She sent me Bible verses, then I got distracted by some nudes from a s- worker
Who am I to not text back? That's networking
Who am I to lie about my life? I know the truth hurts (truth hurts)
Who am I to say that this ain't one of my best verses?
Uh-oh, too bad that it's over (over)

Juice WRLD - No Good (11SCG11 Remix)

Juice WRLD - Blood On My Jeans (11SCG11 Remix)

Vocal by Juice WRLD via YouTube Channel "JPS" @jps8183 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKQXBabTStE

Loop by Barcelona producer @NickzBeatz via Looperman.com:
https://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/358263/melodic-guitar-free-101bpm-trap-electric-guitar-loop

Lyrics:
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby (808 Mafia), baby (baby), baby (baby), babe
You literally are my everything (baby, Gezin)
Hah (baby)
Baby, I've been on the run (yeah)
But I would never run from your love (uh-uh)
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (uh-huh)
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
Huh, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (uh-uh)
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (uh)
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (uh-uh)
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (uh-huh)
Still a blue face king
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (let's go)
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
That shit got me laughin', haha
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number
If that's the case, I'm way over
Than who? These niggas (uh-huh)
And these bitches that think that they get it (uh-huh)
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (uh-huh)
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (uh-huh)
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
Baby, I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
Huh, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

Juice WRLD - Blood On My Jeans (11SCG11 Remix)

J Cole - Love Yourz (11SCG11 Remix)

Vocal by J Cole via YouTube Channel "Krem Labs" @kremlabs:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-N5gTgChDc

Loop by @Cymaticsfm

Lyrics:
No such thing

No such thing as a life that's better than yours
No such thing as a life that's better than yours
No such thing as a life that's better than yours
No such thing, no such thing

Heart beatin' fast, let a nigga know that he alive
Fake niggas, mad snakes
Snakes in the grass let a nigga know that he arrived
Don't be sleepin' on your level cause it's beauty in the struggle nigga
Goes for all y'all
It's beauty in the struggle nigga
(Let me explain)
It's beauty in the struggle, ugliness in the success
Hear my words or listen to my signal of distress
I grew up in the city and though some times we had less
Compared to some of my niggas down the block
Man, we were blessed
And life can't be no fairytale, no once upon a time
But I be God damned if a nigga don't be tryin'
So tell me mama please why you be drinking all the time?
Does all the pain he brought you still linger in your mind?
Cause pain still lingers on mine
On the road to riches listen this is what you'll find
The good news is nigga you came a long way
The bad news is nigga you went the wrong way
Think being broke was better

No such thing as a life that's better than yours
No such thing as a life that's better than yours
No such thing as a life that's better than yours
No such thing, no such thing

For what's money without happiness?
Or hard times without the people you love
Though I'm not sure what's 'bout to happen next
I asked for strength from the Lord up above
Cause I've been strong so far
But I can feel my grip loosening
Quick, do something before you lose it for good
Get it back and use it for good
And touch the people how you did like before
I'm tired of living with demons
Cause they always inviting more
Think being broke was better
Now I don't mean that phrase with no disrespect
To all my niggas out there living in debt
Cashing minimal checks
Turn on the TV see a nigga Rolex
And fantasize about a life with no stress
I mean this shit sincerely
And that's a nigga who was once in your shoes
Living with nothin' to lose
I hope one day you hear me
Always gon' be a bigger house somewhere, but nigga feel me
Long as the people in that motherfucker love you dearly
Always gon' be a whip that's better than the one you got
Always gon' be some clothes
That's fresher than the ones you rock
Always gon' be a bitch that's badder out there on the tours
But you ain't never gon' be happy till you love yours

No such thing as a life that's better than yours
No such thing as a life that's better than yours
No such thing as a life that's better than yours
No such thing, no such thing

Heart beatin' fast, let a nigga know that he alive
Fake niggas, mad snakes
Snakes in the grass let a nigga know that he arrive

J Cole - Love Yourz (11SCG11 Remix)

Gunna - Banking On Me (11SCG11 Remix)

Vocal by Gunna via YouTube Channel "Top Music Archive" @camsbeats https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8fFXbFB3j4

Loop by @Cymatics.fm

Lyrics:
She bankin' on me, I'm the bank (bank)
I smack her, she love to get spanked (get spanked)
I tackle her, bitch love to wrestle (to wrestle)
Young bachelor, we love to play (play)
Sun come out when I move the drapes (drapes)
Know my move when I grab your waist (waist)
Know you fuckin' a man that's made, hey (made man)
Keep it lowkey, she ain't after fame
Bet you ain't after fame (amen)
You ain't like that old ho I used to be fuckin'
You and her nothin' the same (nothin' the same)
Don't care 'bout no cuffin', you wanna keep bussin'
And gon' let me know when you came (you came)
I love you in so many ways (ways)
Don't know why you never complain ('plain)
And with you, I can never be shamed (mm)
And I usually never say, "Never"
Oh shit, look at me today
Love your vibe, I don't need no sage (sage, hey)
Clip cold and your car look glazed (glazed)
Good sex, that ain't all we made
I don't wanna get tired of you (huh)
I'm in the box and we way at the top
And we got us a ocean view (got us a ocean view)
I know I got it, I'm all in her body
And nobody got a clue (nobody got a clue)
We in a coupe pullin' up, board a private
A G5 for only two (G5 for only two)
I really like it, I wan' stay excited
Don't wanna get tired of you (don't wanna get tired of you)
Ooh, don't wanna get tired of you (don't wanna get tired of you)
Ooh, don't wanna get tired of you (don't wanna get tired of you)
Ooh, don't wanna get tired of you
You wake up and you wanna go shoppin' (yeah)
Pick out a car, you got too many options
Bubblegum baby, yeah, you got it poppin' (pop)
Love what you do for the papi (yeah)
Pelion I'm all in her, mouthful, you suck it sloppy (ooh)
You like the queen of the moppin'
Soon as I cum, she keep suckin'
I don't want her to stop it (don't want her to stop it)
Dickin', I'm breakin' her back and I'm strokin'
I see why they cause a commotion (yeah)
Hittin' it, lookin' at the views of the ocean
Her pussy wet as an ocean (wet as an ocean)
Handle that business, I'm bossed by the way I'm approachin' (boss)
Young Gunna Wunna, he chosen
East to the West, we just really been coastin'
Me and Lil Baby in motion
I don't wanna get tired of you (huh)
I'm in the box and we way at the top
And we got us a ocean view (got us a ocean view)
I know I got it, I'm all in her body
And nobody got a clue (nobody got a clue)
We in a coupe pullin' up, board a private
A G5 for only two (G5 for only two)
I really like it, I wan' stay excited
Don't wanna get tired of you (don't wanna get tired of you)
Ooh, don't wanna get tired of you (don't wanna get tired of you)
Ooh, don't wanna get tired of you (don't wanna get tired of you)
Ooh, don't wanna get tired of you

Gunna - Banking On Me (11SCG11 Remix)

J Cole - Crocodile Tearz (11SCG11 Remix)

Vocal by J Cole via YouTube Channel "Acapella Hub" @acapellahub
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjuHK2Yo_-w

Loop by @Cymatics.fm

Lyrics:
Yeah, said I was finished but I want another two summers
Hall of famer, hungrier than all the newcomers
Niggas swear they compare, but the truth humble
They get fucked one twelve, you couldn't do numbers
Ayy, tell the label I got A's all throughout math
That mean I'm keen on the numbers and I count fast
You know it's money that you owe me, niggas phony
And I'm Joaquin Phoenix, walk the line, I'm about cash
Benjamin Button gettin' younger as the hours pass
Should do the Freshman cover twice, I'm never outclassed
It's not a rap nigga breathin' that could outlast
The Fall Off is like Hov droppin' Reasonable Doubt last
We from the South where we learn all about stashin'
Where niggas prone to shoot first and run they mouth last
And if you run your mouth, bitch, you goin' out sad
Whole clique gettin' slid on, you a mouse pad
I'm the one that niggas fear on the lowski
Heard 'em talkin' like we peers but they grossly
Mistaken and it's blatant
Crocodile tears, niggas know I'm on a tier that they don't see
My dogs only shed tears in emojis
We in another hemisphere splittin' proceeds
How dare a nigga rub his hands on this trophy?
I vividly remember who was there
Niggas hit my line when they want somethin'
That's a dub, it ain't love if it cost somethin'
Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'
I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'
Chopped off the top, nigga, I achieved somethin'
Drop down, bitch, let me see somethin'
Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'
I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'
More 16's than a fuckin' teen summit
Them boys kiss ring when they see the king come in
They know I run things like the police comin'
Yes, sir, it's me, not two, not three
The uno, G-O-A-T, I need my fee, fuck kudos
G4 at least, these flights ain't cheap as you know
They sound faded, they downgraded, they Pluto
I'm bigger than Mars, this nigga a star, I'm Bruno
I'm the one they call when they want a song to a funeral
Can't fuck with broads, what y'all niggas on? Hoes Communal
I'm sendin' flawed niggas to the Lord, hm
And you know it
Two six, truth spit, I'm a poet
I move slick on 'em so they got no clue where I be, uh
Do it look like I fool with IG, bitch?
She got too many followers
Word 'round the Ville, she a real deal swallower
Niggas bite their hands, so my heart turn hollower
Talkin' bout "Holla, " nah, nigga, I ain't callin' ya
Niggas hit my line when they want somethin'
That's a dub, that ain't love if it cost somethin'
Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'
I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'
Chopped off the top, nigga, I achieved somethin'
Drop down, bitch, let me see somethin'
Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'
I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'

J Cole - Crocodile Tearz (11SCG11 Remix)

Doja Cat - Say So (11SCG11 Remix)

Vocal by Doja Cat via YouTube Channel "Naz Bernard" @nazbernard
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e28Ya_a9e20

Loop by @Cymatics.fm

Lyrics:
Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so
Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so
It's been a long time since you fell in love
You ain't coming out your shell, you really ain't been yourself
Tell me what must I do (do tell, my love)
'Cause luckily I'm good at reading
I wouldn't bug him, but he won't stop cheesin'
And we can dance all day around it
If you front then I'll be bouncing
If you want it scream and shout it, babe
Before I leave you dry
Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so
Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so (yeah)
Let me check my chest, my breath right quick (ha)
He ain't never seen it in a dress like this (ah)
He ain't never even been impressed like this
Prolly why I got him quiet on the set like zip
Like it, love it, need it bad
Take it, own it, steal it, fast
Boy, stop playing, grab my ass
Why you actin' like you shy?
Shut it, save it, keep it, pushin'
Why you beating 'round the bush?
And knowing you want all this woman
Never knock it 'til you try (yeah, yeah)
All of them bitches hating I have you with me
All of my niggas saying you mad committed
Realer than anybody you had, and pretty
All of that body-ody, the ass and titties
Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so
Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so

Doja Cat - Say So (11SCG11 Remix)

Future - Too Comfortable (11SCG11 Remix)

Loop by Midwest Producer "RayzCooks" via Looperman.com. @RayzCooks on IG:
https://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/308711/ghosts-trap-synth-lil-baby-type-free-125bpm-trap-synth-loop

Lyrics:
Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Four or five hoes, stuff 'em in a Lamborghini, yeah
Swapped out of public housing, go and get a genie
Three, four stacks on a chinchilla beanie
Got a cup full of mud and I'm draped in Celine, yeah
Can't think for yourself, gotta think for the team, yeah
Fuck me like a star, gotta treat me like a king, yeah
Gotta roll with a chopper with a certain amount of bling, yeah
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Yeah, swerve in a bulletproof coupe, yeah
If I got to, I'll shoot out the roof, yeah
Turbo 63, shawty look blackanese
I keep it a G, Louis V
Came with a duffle bag full of mulah
I put the fragrance on you, Pucci
Got my attention, stay exclusive
Put her in the Rolls Royce and Givenchy
It's hard to stay sober when I'm spinnin'
It's hard to stay faithful when you winnin'
Showin' you're grateful and independent
Fuck all the danger
Spray all the strangers, you get too close
I said three hundred but the Range really four
You talkin' back to me, I'ma cut your throat
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable, yeah
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Four or five hoes, stuff 'em in a Lamborghini, yeah
Swapped out of public housing, go and get a genie
Three, four stacks on a chinchilla beanie
Got a cup full of mud and I'm draped in Celine, yeah
Can't think for yourself, gotta think for the team
I'm thinkin' colossal
I'm thinkin' 'bout flyin' the vibes out, goin' tropical
I know I'm impeccable
Seen what these niggas can do when that shit get federal
Caught in between, eatin' up a queen
Eatin' up a bean like vegetables
Step out on the scene livin' like a king
I know this game can be treacherous
They was thinkin' that it couldn't be done
And now it's tangible
Tell me how you get this comfortable
You're wearin' a wild animal
Simply did it because they said it couldn't be done
Then I went beyond
Can't even pay for my son
He on probation, they revoked his bond, yeah
Gotta light another blunt, yeah
I'm not a publicity stunt, yeah
I done been through more shit this month than a nigga been through in a lifetime
Cut a few niggas and bitches off
They were just wastin' my time
Pretty and fine, the way this girl designed
I hope she can read my mind
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable, yeah
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Four or five hoes, stuff 'em in a Lamborghini, yeah
Swapped out of public housing, go and get a genie
Three, four stacks on a chinchilla beanie
Got a cup full of mud and I'm draped in Celine, yeah
Can't think for yourself, gotta think for the team
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable, yeah
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable

Future - Too Comfortable (11SCG11 Remix)

21 Savage - Glock In My Lap (11SCG11 Remix)

Vocal by 21 Savage via YouTube Channel "Dr. Acapellas" @dracapellas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9AS5dShSXc

Loop by @Cymatics.fm

Lyrics:
Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Big 4L, big steppers
Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah)
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay)
Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
21, 21, 21
Big 4L, I'm a member (yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (what?)
.45 on me, it's a Kimber (and what?)
AK knockin' down trees, like timber
Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21)
Hit the windshield, not the fender (21)
Givin' out smoke my agenda (21)
Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy)
All black tux, I'm a businessman (pussy)
Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (woah)
Take the plug off and the middle man (woah)
Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (woah)
Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21)
21, your bitch know I been the man (21)
Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man
Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it
New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it
Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin'
I don't never put women in my business
Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin'
Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (straight up)
17 breakin' down a P (on God)
18 start sellin' hard with Lil B
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E
All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed
Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us (21)
The gang is what I trust (straight up)
Don't argue, we don't fuss (straight up)
No talkin', he get touched (straight up)
I can't smoke my opps (on God)
'Cause all my opps is dust (pussy)
He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy)
Open your mouth when I bust (21)
Suck me up slow, don't rush (21)
Havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up)
Hit it from the back and she cussed (on God)
I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (damn)
I walk around with them thigh pads (21)
But I ain't got no yard rushed
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

21 Savage - Glock In My Lap (11SCG11 Remix)

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