ScHoolboy Q - JoHn Muir (Instrumental)

This is dope.

Poawww wooaaooooo

Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel
Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all

Ridddddee,.
Till I die,.
Music out my stero,.
Vibing on beat ,.
Instrumental,.
Knowledge so bleek,.
I go Mysterio,.
Nothing on me,.
Drugs are lyrical ,.
Physical,.
Miricals,.
Oats an honey,.
How I'm flowing ,.
Time waits for no man ,.
The clock is running ,.
So much time on me ,.
Did coke it got funny ,.
Did mo an got horny,.
After that well it's rap no pointing,.
All these bitches asking can I join in

the melody was like : 😇
bass was like : 😡👿👿😈

BALLIN' THROUGH THE MUDAFAKKIN STREET Y'ALL

Somebody needa do a flex freestyle to this beat

Fuckin gangster shit, I love it! 🙌♥️

Lucifer spelled backwards is the word reficul which is poop, crap, reficul matter

Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel
Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all

🍜🍜🍜🍜🍜🐎

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Wrecked with my hands and on da mic…next!!! J/j throwed!!!

Absolutely insane instrumental. SO good.

DOPE af

THis is tHe best beat Q Has rapped to.

chorus make me cry

Chorus parts 🔥