Hard Trap Hip Hop Beat Instrumental

[Intro: Fredo Finesse] [Yeah, man?], yeah Yuh, yuh, yeah It's TRIIIBE, it's TRIIIBE It's TRIIIBE, it's TRIIIBE Finesse, yuh [Verse 1: Fredo Finesse & Nick Cheeks] Crew's working hard, so you know we ain't gettin' no sleep You and rap don't go together like pineapples and fried cheese I know you see my face, homie, everywhere that I be But how could you not? I'm in your eyes like Visine And every time I show up to the club, I skip the line, B I don't got the time, but I put diamonds in my timepiece I spent way too much time tryna find a wifey But now I put more effort into pеrfectin' this rhyme schemе Sit down, be humble, homie, listen to Kendrick Also listen to my flow because that shit is stupendous, yeah Look, it hit my stomach like a ruptured appendix I don't need to know where the hoes at, need to know where my pen is Take a beat and I suplex it, bend, break, and I flex it My blunt is lookin' chubby and yours lookin' anorexic I'm welcomed at the entrance while they showin' you the exit Yeah, yeah, they know I got bars more than a life sentence (Yeah), damn [Verse 2: Nick Cheeks & Kid Smid] Out in L.A., livin' seven days a week I'm tryna find my way, I know that's where I wanna be Smokin' on all this dank, makin' it kinda hard to breathe I was up late, it was kinda hard to sleep I made my own lane, can't nobody do it like me I ride my own wave, crashin' on a sandy beach A college dropout, never needed me no degree Boy, it's Nick Cheeks, better listen up when I speak Ayy, ayy, might smack you right in your teeth If you disrespect, so don't you dare go against me I know life ain't fair, Mama told me when I was three And I'm from New Hampshire, ain't nobody as cold as me Rap game fucked up, it needs a makeover TRIIIBE comin' in full effect for the takeover I won't stop 'til I'm ridin' 'round in a Range Rover Dressed in all black like I'm Venom, the king cobra And you ain't real, boy, you fake It seems like everything you do is staged That's why we never pay attention to the shit you say If you ain't down, don't make a sound, just get out the way Three-eyed TRIIIBE, we be the triple threat Smokin' weed while Smid kickflips a triple set Let's flip a coin if you feelin' lucky, place a bet (Ayy) Two-faced fuckers ain't gettin' no respect [Verse 3: Kid Smid & BucketHat Blizz] Said I want it all, never go for less Nothin' hold me back, no regrets Go get some money, fuck the stress Thought about my flow, I think I'll go with this (Yeah) Who you know fresher than Smid? Riddle me that (Damn) I'm a grown man standin', you a kid on his back Made my own plan, I plan to put my shit on the map Cook up a flow and then I sprinkle the facts, that's that (Damn) You occupy the past, I'm a tenant of the future (Yeah) You get it how you live and [?] is what you're used to My bedroom look like a page of the Kama Sutra, hallelujah Never play with caution, when did caution bring the commas to ya? I smartened up my act, better cast a play Better have my day (Yeah), Mama, this is not a phase [Verse 4: BucketHat Blizz & JZAC] Nah, said, "This is not a phase," Bucket If you're lookin' you could find me drivin' through the sticks Always cookin' up dope when I move the wrist Over-pry 'em and now there's no screw for this Tell nobody when they askin' to produce the shit I keep a chopper on me, really, nothin' new to this Been doin' it before anyone even knew [?] is Been doin' it before I even knew I was Blizz Know it's the [back?], I got my brothers where the movement is TRIIIBE, TRIIIBE, TRIIIBE (Woo) I know you see that it's three Is, ayy You keep it watchin' like CIA Keep it runnin', never dehydrate [See it centered?], I don't see why wait What time is better than right now? They said I was wrong, but I'm right, now Said I'd never be a rapper, only pushin' package When I get a zip, take a slice out They all love the way I slice now Chop and cut it like I put a knife in it [I'm ridic'/wit' it?] tryin' to defy limits Mind different, I'm ahead of time, science fiction Put me up, I swear y'all breakin' five fingers with some blind stitches Cut 'em up and then hold each of 'em hostage I ain't fuckin' playin', I ain't paintin' my picture with precision I spit the rhymes and walk up in the booth You better hit the ground You know it's me when the piff around If you ain't with my squad, you better [gif?] around, and move Your girl be in love with the team, and I promise that won't stop She want me to come first so that she could get the whole shot, bang [Verse 5: JZAC & BucketHat Blizz] I need an instrumental, Rocky Horror got me My paper gettin' folded like it's origami Homie, know I been trill, go and check the pen skills They feedin' off my energy, I'm somethin' like a windmill Only facts spittin', rappers need a ass kickin' Bought some gas station snacks and a fuckin' scratch ticket Started this to pass the time, now I'm like a mastermind Guarantee she send a text after second glass of wine I just learned to time it out, thinkin' that my time is now Baby, don't you know my penis only get the finest mouth? Henny in my system, fuck the gentleman ways She about to make it shake like a gelatin tray, ayy You ain't competition, bruh, heard your shit and cracked up Better get your crack up, that's why you playin' backup If we talkin' school, I'm a A-list dude (Ayy) Used to rock the Southpole and the K-Swiss shoes, wow Momma, I done grown up, look at how I blowed up Seem like yesterday that I just dropped the Cold Cuts Learnin' to adjust as the time keep movin' Rollin' with the TRIIIBE, what the fuck is you doin'? [Outro: BucketHat Blizz] Yah Brrah