Skyte

Lyrics:
You can cry your eyes out 
Your the one I’ll die bout 
Baby tell me right now 
Spill it all or imma search and find out
How you take me out my person time out 
We moving way to fast it’s the timing for me
I can see her past when she crying to me
I’m not blind I can see
How you take my heart and throw it on the side of the street
Imma dummy thinking back on all those lies I believed 
Guess I was tripping 
Man that love really alters your decisions
B*tch I’m stuck putting work up in the kitchen 
Promise it would be better if you listened 
(Woah woah)
Listened
(Woah woah)
Only if you listened 
(Uhhhh)
Only if you listened 
(Yuh)
Listened 
(Yuh) 
Listened 
(Woah oh)
Got me caught up with these thoughts up in my head 
Sometimes I think it’d be better with me dead
But I cannot die until I make my family bread
She said she like my voice she said that sh*t sound heaven sent
Heaven sent 
Heaven sent 
Said she like my voice she said that sh*t sound heaven sent
My feelings way overdue just like some f*cking rent 
Leave what we had in the past? B*tch you got me bent
Yeah you got me bent
I ignore all the dms I get from all your friends 
I can’t act like I don’t like you I cannot pretend 
But if you want to then I’m willing to do sh*t again 

All again
I’d do it all again
I’d do it all agai-
Agai-
Againnnn
I’d do it all again 
I said bae I’d do it all again 
Bae I’d do it all again 
Uhh uh

All again [ayowitty]

Lyrics: 
Tell me how you feeling 
Come tell me the real way
No I’m not no villain 
Wonder how they still hate
Off to many percies to be honest I don’t feel straight
B*tch I’m just tryna stack up these rackies like I’m Bill Gates 
“Oh that’s how you feel aye” 
Yeah that how I feel aye
I gave you my heart so why you had to go and steal bae?
Never on that fake sh*t I always take the real way 
Girl I need you bad bad bad bad
You that sh*t I wish I had had had had
But I cannot get distracted 
With that satisfaction 
B*tch I got a passion 
There ain’t no relaxing
In my bad that’s where I reside 
I’m the goat you can look at me and see why
All these n*ggas pussy call these n*ggas feline
Always in the front there’s no n*gga that I’m behind 
Don’t know why they acting 
Paint me as the bad guy
Said she want my love again
I told her it’s the last time
You could be my main thang 
only if you act right 
Got yo hoe so wet I woulda thought that she was baptized 
And Ian finna rap for nun you n*ggas less my cash right 
“Oh you need your cash right” 
Yeah I need my bag right 
F*ck all of my exes I been left them in the past life 
Man I wish them well cause boy without me that’s a bad life 
And Ian finna take this hoe to dinner but her dad might 
Yeah I bet her dad might 
Now I bet she mad right 
Come and get your hoe I think she take me as a bagpipe 
I can’t hear no broke boys swear they got a trash mic

Taikestu: 
baby how u feelin
i got racks and then some its goin stack up to the ceiling
idk whats wrong i jus cant seem to stop this feeling
everybody's staring when i walk up in the building
when i walk up in the building
had to tell her act right
i got hella opps so im goin keep my mac tight
yo life fell so dark i think u need a flashlight
talking down on gang u finna have a bad night
finna have a bad night yea
i cant talk to her she broke my heart
tore that hoe apart
now im rocking retro hearts
seen it from afar
ig thats jus how u r x4

Come tell me the real way! Feat.Taiketsu [ayowitty x hazard]

https://youtu.be/YvfGNoVr8Ys

Lyrics:
Go! x4
Two bands on this stick
I put two hands on your b*tch yuh
And they by her hips
you move wrong and you get clipped 
B*tch i'm in my bag 
Cant no one tell me sh*t
Don't get why they mad 
I got these n*ggas pissed yuh
Feed your hoe some dick 
Thats some sh*t she cant resist 
N*gga mad I took his hoe and then he got back with that b*tch
F*ck round give your hoe a baby 
Let you raise the kid
I know everybody hates me
But I dont give two sh*ts 
(ONG)
This sh*t can get tragic 
If he run up on god then im blasting  
Have his family turn him to ashes 
Broke n*gga you sleep on a mattress
T-rex all my money Jurassic 
But you wont get a band from my pocket
I said "Damn it" I blew another band I need to stop it
I can't work no 9-5 so this my only option
Way to many sons i had to put one for adoption
She see all this money on she don't see that often
Way this money buy your b*tch you woulda thought she had a auction
She wanna hang with a G
(okay)
I put that boy on a tee
(a tee)
Who the f*ck you wanna be?
Had a vision and it came to me
All these b*tches so lame to me 
Leave your block up in Va- Va- Va- (vacancy)
Broke her heart and now she hating me
Living fantasies like make believe 
sh*t can get tragic 
If he run up on god then im blasting  
Bla- bla- bla- bla-
turn him to ashes 
Broke n*gga you sleep on a mattress
T-rex all my money Jurassic 
But you wont get a band from my pocket
I said "Damn it" I blew another band I need to stop it
Yuh yuh
I done told you a million times before 
You had it coming I dont get what you keep crying for 
I tried to trust you it turns out you a lying hoe
She ask me whats the point she dumb if think I would know
I know we parting ways but really i don't like to go
I showed you everything that really i don't like to show
Im sure youll do well I bet you'll go and find a hoe
This don't feel right you know 
This don't feel right you know

Vacancy + ayowitty (video in desc)

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Lyrics:
Watch how I slide and move 
He can't do it like me he can't do it like I can do
I put a switch on a glock pussy n*gga cause I like to shoot
I'm a boss Benson b*tch I fired you
Tough on the net you a spider dude 
Slide in ya hoe no cha cha shuffle 
Cha cha shuffle 
Move the the right like cha cha shuffle 
"Isn't it slide?" 
Fukkit cha cha shuffle
Me and your b*tch finna cha cha shuffle
Damn 
Finna get her ass in trouble
I got the stick this is not no scuffle 
Back up n*gga before I burst yo bubble
The cash is all that I think bout hoes in the back of my head like a bedframe
When I slide on your hoe with my slink out fuck her so hard that she leaving with leg pain
Love my shooter that boy got the best aim
And I'm kicking this sh*t like a sensai
She a frog on my dick no pepe
F*ck out my face these hoes a headache
Gang gang
Back then she ain't notice me
She drink the dick up then she go straight to the balls just like boba tea
Nut on her face nut on her back I think some go in her ovaries
Im going up to the top that's the mission f*ck n*gga that's where I'm supposed to be  
B*tch
I'm not the one you should talk to
I got the stick on my hip when I walk through b*tch
Broke out the matrix the box too
She getting wet from the way that we lock our lips
Radiate heat like I'm Natsu twin talking crazy I told him to pop his sh*t
Think that your hoe but that's not your b*tch
F*cking w me boy you not that rich 
I cannot wait for payday
F*ck bout a stick we meele 
I'm in the club with the gang and a whit hoe just hit the nae nae
Slide round town with a AK
Make em all fall down like mayday 
Simion says she do whatever I say say 
I'm in the trap b*itch its my vaycay 
B*tch a hour ain't enough 
Three b*tches on me Power puff my nuts
You a coward n*gga bluff
Sipping that drank I doubled up the cup
Step up to me as a lame pussy n*gga you done ran out of luck
I heard your song and your tape that s*t sucks
Not from Milwaukee I keep it a buck

CHA CHA SHUFFLE

ITS MY SZN
Prod taikestu x ayowitty 
Lyrics:
I dont got no love for hoes 
Dont owe nothing to no one I did this on my own 
Shawty buggin tryna go all through my phone 
And no girl I ain't cuffing I did this all alone
Getting way to old for the nonsense 
Stuck up
Tryna find the root of my problems 
They don't like what I say they don't like it when Im honest 
I cant trust you, you cant even hold a promise woahh

Chorus:
You cant hold sh*t
Call my ex told her suck a whole d*ck
How I made it so rich 
Around me everything better 
This hoe keeps writing me paragraphs 
Im finna respond with a letter
Talk down on me I dare yo ass put you in a heated endeavor 
These hoes be getting me really mad but I'm finna keep it together 
Keep it together x4

Slyr
I keep it together 
To many hoes that call my line they send me letters 
Get so high up in the sky without any feathers
B*tch you only call my line to get my cheddar 
Walk outside with a chain on my neck I'm finna change the weather 
And how you gon say that boy pressed me when you know he ain't do that ever?
Them hoes be chatting them b*tches be lying they think they can do that forever 
All of the hoes I've been with lied to me cant see no difference I need to get it together 
I just wanted to make her proud of me 
When we f*cking is it safe? We on the balcony 
Oh that b*tch she wan go on a date 
Then she follow me right to my place 
Thats how it goes 
Thats how it goes today 
Im tryna go
Im tryna run away 
I just be spending these dollars all days 
So many b*tches that f*cking with me getting hard to remember the name 
Im making bread all on my own Im giving my self a raise 

Chorus:
You cant hold sh*t
Call my ex told her suck a whole d*ck
How I made it so rich 
Around me everything better 
This hoe keeps writing me paragraphs 
Im finna respond with a letter
Talk down on me I dare yo ass put you in a heated endeavor 
These hoes be getting me really mad but I'm finna keep it together 
Keep it together x4

Keep it together Feat. Slayr

ITS MY SZN
Lyrics:
Im not really focused
Got me out my motion
Want you to myself girl I'm sick and you the potion 
I done did bout everything and you ain't even notice
Sunflowers white lilies and I got you roses 
You a drama girl but Ill deal with the commotion
Out you in my world
And you left with emotions 
That I cant get back 
I cant get back 
And you did that
Took my heart and slipt that
And it hurt me to the core 
Ian loving anymore 

Moving way different than before 
I cant deal with this no more 
Imma leave I'm done for sure 
Shawty tried to play me but I'm not no sport 
Put my trust and love in the tecc
walk in play my song get her wet 
N*gga come slide on god that bet 
Only she can take my breath away
Why she tripping right now we was cooling yesterday 
Blocking out yo heart girl go put that vest away 
No girl I don't stress okay unless you isn't resting safe 
I pop pills like ten a day it puts me in my resting space
Then lay down this melody and make yo lil h*e levitate 
Left me for another n*gga she ain't even hesitate

Roses [ayowitty x taiketsu]

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About the Money

About the Money (feat. Young Thug)

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Lyrics:
Yeah I’m moving alone I don’t need a crew 
Ion wanna hear bout sh*t put everyone on mute Headphones on b*tch I’m in that boof
When I lock in b*tch it’s a one man army fuck about them troops 
(Yessir)
Oh the cops on the way I’m skrting in that coupe 
(Yessir) 
Oh the hoes tryna play? I pass em alley oop 
(Yessir) 
Pulled up in all black, oh guess what? Guess who? 
(Yessir)
Just cause I’m flirting don’t mean I want you 
(Yessir) 
B*tch I’m on pimp shit hit my groove 
(Yessir) 
I got motion I don’t ask what’s the move 
(Yessir)
Before you test me n*gga life or death better choose 
(Yessir)
Keep that glocky right up on my desk but it don’t snooze b*tch 
Goddamn 
Mane who got a perc in this b*tch I’m tryna get high 
I be putting in work in this sh*t but no nine to five 
Mane that hoe finna twerk on the dick when I get inside 
So I already know what she meant when she asked for a ride 
One two 
Hit a n*gga with a one two 
Three opps get shot when they come through 
Four holes in the head what a gun do 
Five sticks in this band what the drum do?
Six seven jays let the gas out the sunroof 
Eight hoes that a nigga wan run through 
Nine shots leave a lil n*gga lunch food 
Ten shots from the back her buns blue
Yeah my mac eleven never miss
And twelve be steady on dick 
I’m with thirteen masked up in this b*tch
U in yo bag just doesn't exist 
I want the cash but u get the jist 
Yeah 
Made what you made in two weeks (fourteen days) don’t mean to brag I’m really the sh*t
(Yessir)
I know n*ggas mad I was fifteen taking they b*tch 
I look in the mag sixteen left in the clip 
I’m blowing it fast seventeen racks I done spent 
I’m doing em bad
I’m doing em bad 
I’m doing em bad
He got eighteen he bought a zip 
2019 I wasn’t seeing no sense 
2020 vision searching for the dividends 
I’m the club no I’m not 21 but they still let me in
Yeah I’m moving alone I don’t need a crew 
Ion wanna hear bout sh*t put everyone on mute Headphones on b*tch I’m in that boof
When I lock in b*tch it’s a one man army fuck about them troops 
(Yessir)
Oh the cops on the way I’m skrting in that coupe 
(Yessir) 
Oh the hoes tryna play? I pass em alley oop 
(Yessir) 
Pulled up in all black, oh guess what? Guess who? 
(Yessir)
Just cause I’m flirting don’t mean I want you 
(Yessir) 
B*tch I’m on pimp shit hit my groove 
(Yessir) 
I got motion I don’t ask what’s the move 
(Yessir)
Before you test me n*gga life or death better choose 
(Yessir)
Keep that glocky right up on my desk but it don’t snooze b*tch

Whatever I Want 2

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Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Yo b*tch she call me spectacular 
I’m making plays with this spatula 
I’m looking for blood b*tch I’m the black version of Dracula 
Ian worried bout opps if they finna slide Ong my gang finna pack em up 
Tote that glocky in school like I had enough 
I’m chose from these h*es like a bachelor 
Take yo b*tch and I hurt her heart mane this sh*t like it’s cardiovascular 
Hit dat bih then I throw her away
Somebody better come get this h*e
He want a feat but his income low 
I buy it all ion pick no more 
Pizza the way that flip my dough 
You losing, you don’t got a switch lil bro
I’m finna up with the stick get close 
My pockets been overweight hippo 
Been known these niggas never on that timing 
I jump to the top he’ll no Ian climbing 
She said “I loved her” then that lil h*e lying 
Im good on that label no b*tch Ian signing 
Don’t make me call up Jasion 
Do what I say like I’m Simon 
We storming down like a Titian 
I brought stick we ain’t fighting 
Before you block me imma block you
Hurting b*tches if I got to
B*tch I’m fired up on that Nastu 
You can’t do what I do cause it cost to 
You can’t do what I do cause it cost to lil b*tch 
Yuh 
Told her pray to me like Buddha 
Off them drugs primary user 
Don’t own no glick you not a shooter 
Get back typing on computers
Bad bih can not find her ride home better download Uber 
My dick big it’s long like ruler 
Juggin since a middle schooler 
Pop out shoot at yo medulla
You can’t do what I do b*tch I make it way more cooler  
You the type to turn these b*tches gay like Bktherula 
Balenci on me you got pumas 
Mane I took the long route these n*ggas came up sooner 
Get a hold of yo b*tch her sh*t smell like tuna 
Don’t bug out when I twitch imma perc consumer 
High as f*ck I’m on the moon I just met with Luna 
I make all these bitch drool I hit my maneuver
Aye 
Yuh yuh 
I hit my maneuver 
I make all these b*tches drool I hit my maneuver 
I hit my maneuver yes b*tch I hit my maneuver 
I hit my maneuver 
I hit my maneuver 

[Chorus]
Yo b*tch she call me spectacular 
I’m making plays with this spatula 
I’m looking for blood b*tch I’m the black version of Dracula 
Ian worried bout opps if they finna slide Ong my gang finna pack em up 
Tote that glocky in school like I had enough 
I’m chose from these h*es like a bachelor 
Take yo b*tch and I hurt her heart mane this sh*t like it’s cardiovascular 
Hit dat bih then a those her away
Somebody better come get this h*e
He want a feat but his income low 
I buy it all ion pick no more 
Pizza the way that flip my dough 
You losing, you don’t got a switch lil bro
I’m finna up with the stick get close 
My pockets been overweight hippo

Spectacular

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Untagged

In Need

Lyrics:
This n*gga acting like-
Acting like he wanna do sh*t boy wassup 
My n*ggas is ruthless as the f*ck
We finna shoot sh*t betta duck
Pop out with a new b*tch every month 
Im shooting like cupid turn em runtz 
This hoe stupid 
Tryna cuff me but i had the blueprint 
Back then they said i was a nuisance
But i get it boy im on some new sh*t
Yeah im on some new sh*t
Why they mad at me?
N*ggas bankrupt 
Got the bag on me 
She get face f*cked 
Watch her gag on me
Slide though take stuff 
What you have for me?
Smoking on a stank blunt 
Got that gas on me 
Stop that dissing end up like yo last homie 
I cant trust n*ggas everyone mad phony 
(on god)
I cant grant yo wish b*tch my name aint timothy  
Bro slide down with sticks with clips bout the size of a limousine 
Yuh
I get in that mix i turn to a whole other entity 
N*ggas p*ssy they cannot get a rid of me
We on timing aint showing no sympathy 
A B C D E F lil B*tch i be a G 
I cant do your song unless you send a fee
Running in yo sh*t bitch i want everything 
Ian hearing sh*t f*ck what u telling me 
Shout out davyn we slide and put the AR and K to his head like a spelling b 
You get stuck in yo sh*t just like Bellamy
You did what? Better watch what you telling me 
Damn 
Yuh 
Why these n*ggas act out i dont know
Left that b*tch she dont know how to cope 
Im so rich a zebra on my coat 
God damn
They like “you fye” b*tch i already know  
My opps foo they drop quicker then soap
He confused he got no where to go
Ian on shrooms but yeah I be tweaking a lot 
Cant play a player I see when you plot 
This h*e buggin she easy to block 
Ion date ian feeding you thots
B*tch im up cause i think out the box
She tryna f*ck i be hitting her spots 
Want the blue bills with some green on the top 
You betta hide its late night hear the knock 
Yuh gang
Its my time I ant feeling the clock 
L-o-c-k-e got it on lock 
Uhuh
Is it bad if you never get caught?
Natted up I keep thumbing through knots 
They aint finna do sh*t when we pop 
Acting like he wanna do sh*t boy wassup 
My n*ggas is ruthless as the f*ck
We finna shoot sh*t betta duck
Pop out with a new b*tch every month 
Im shooting like cupid turn em runtz 
This hoe stupid 
Tryna cuff me but i had the blueprint 
Back then they said i was a nuisance
But i get it boy im on some new sh*t
Yeah im on some new sh*t
Why they mad at me?
N*ggas bankrupt 
Got the bag on me 
She get face f*cked 
Watch her gag on me
Slide though take stuff 
What you have for me?
Smoking on a stank blunt 
Got that gas on me 
Stop that dissing end up like you last homie 
I cant trust n*ggas everyone mad phony

Liquid Metal + killmozzy

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Lyrics:
On yo body bad
I can't leave you lone 
This a double cup this purp fill up my styrofoam 
Im on oxy baby finna spend this night alone 
You leave me and I replace you with this microphone
Tell the hoe hoe hoes come ride along 
Im on the Henny Imma chase it with a fireball 
Sipping the red now I dont feel like im alive at all
Dont even wanna argue f*ck about a right or wrong 
B*tch my money strong 
Talm bout sum I didnt call you
This a subathon way Im watching all yo damn moves 
How could you cut me off? I thought we was stuck like tattoo
Dont get why you mad boo
Im late my loving pass due 
Bad b*tch she used to fast food
My stacks come fat and mad blue 
From the back she got a mad veiw 
Im tryna tap that oh yeah 
Girl whats yo snapchat oh yeah  
Why dont we go back to my lair 
Starting to think this shit aint fair 
I walk in sit back they stare 
Rich n*ggas here broke n*ggas over there
I want the knots baby 
I know that Im not crazy 
Falling to deep in the sauce save me 
Im tryna make that hoe gawk baby 
Ws aint seeing lost lately 
Im the one 
I dont even gotta uno out 
Lil bro tote the drum 
Say the wrong word he air it out
What you want?
If it aint bout zaza then im being blunt
Wake up brush my teeth and fill my head with runtz yuh 
Call the blunt Saitama took me out in one punch 
N*ggas dont show love they waiting for the come 
40 on my side i like to keep the gun tucked  
What you going on about? N*gga wassup 
Kicked right out my mamas house she told me tough luck

Knots Baby p. Glumboy x Jackwya

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Lyrics: 

[Chorus]
Step catch a clip with yo' stupid ass
I'm makin' double, you make nigga do the math
She say she don't got a ride home
I get to laughing I turn to a Uber add
Stick got a flash like a iPhone
You better hope it don't hit when the ruger blast
There ain't no place where I go
See a opp lackin', I aim and shoot his ass

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I feel like Jonah Hill, yuh, she could get super bad
I geek up, I throw that pill, yuh, clip got a ruler mag
UPS, I creep through and move the pack
Shoot first, nigga no we ain't shootin' back
Nigga mention my name, get his noodle wacked 
Smokin opps with my bro like "Where voodoo at?" (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Look, stackin' the clip on yo' stupid ass
I'm makin' double, you made nigga do the math
She say she don't got a ride home
I get to laugh and I turn to a Uber app
Stick out the flash like a iPhone
You better hope it don't hit when the ruger blasts
There ain't no place where I go
See a opp lackin', I aim and shoot his ass

[Verse 2]
And my gang been locked in we don’t miss when we spin know your lo where you been cause we to in tact
Nigga, open your bank, go and put in your pin and just transfer the racks to my Mula app
Sendin' shots out the tecc man, I swing with with the gen and it take out yo' dog, get your poodle back
I'm the Lion King, bitch, I'm the cooler cat
Up that MAC, all your hear is a "Brrat"
I need oven mitts, I'm havin' hot heat
These boys bots I can find they ass at mavekon creek 
I got sauce, I out-drip you with the fuckin' white tee
Want that top, ain't no conversation, come and gawk me
Bitch, you lost me, talkin' 'bout I'm your top three
All I know is one, if I'm not then why you talkin'?
Way too many pills, wake up on the fuckin' concrete
I just want brain, I'm thinkin' just like a zombie
I got the grip on the seat 
I dont' play choppa big titty, bitch made it look like I'm K'
Catch me a hat, tryna up me a rank
I be here too much, they think I work for the bank
Drowning my gigs, I belong in the tank
Come and guard me, nigga, come get in the paint
I'm farmin', I'm in the spot with the Drake 
Go Garnet, he catch a fist in his face
I'm parkin', bro already out the Wraith
Mark it, put a bullet in his face, darn it
I done bloodied up the babes 
She he want the meat, I put pudding in cake
Tryna save music, it’s in a shooken estate
Better duck when you see me, you look to you late
This nigga broke 'cause I took all his pay 
Taught my apes how to shoot All my apesPlanet of the Apes
Fake ID granted, it was fake
I still got in the club with yo' bitch, mate
Red hot bullets, burnin' out the tecc
Let em step up, it's his death day
Think I fell in love with makin' check
Marry the guap, I'm like "Yes, bae"
I got em mad that I'm up next
Pissin' 'em off when I flex, ayy
Yeah, yeah, okay
Pissin' 'em off when I flex, ayy
Jump on the gang, that's a death day
Caught em alone nigga, checkmate

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh-uh, uh
Caught em alone nigga, checkmate

DO THE MATH

@kaisani -  hurt you
Featuring @skyteee
Produced by @ayowitty

Released by @lockehearts

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Links to song
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0wgkZdHxCFHZWG71s7w5yb?si=f299c0991f434f63
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/hurt-you-single/1768185645
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/kaisani/curse-kai-skyte
YouTube: 

lyrics
(hmm it looks likes he's different from your average delinquent)

you can get anything you want, bae the whole world is yours
it be you that's on my mind, I don't care bout these girls
having you and me jamaican sweet but never swirl 
eyes match the diamond pearls

you can get anything you want, bae the whole world is yours
it be you that's on my mind, I don't care bout these girls
having you and me jamaican sweet but never swirl 
eyes match the diamond pearls
cant stop what we have no way
more gas from the plug, jose
why it feel like you ain't hiding me
who this nigga in yo phone that's not me?
if it ain't her then its so plain
you my fam bae we got code names
lemme find out that I got played again
now I'm hanging out the v like road rage

oh my, oh my god
I don't know if what you tell me real or if its fraud
documented when I see you like a reading lock
I don't need you working baby take the evening off
fast coupe I'm speeding off

I know I'm deep in 
look in your eyes I saw eyes of a demon
these drugs be tweaking , don't know if I'm dreaming
she like to get high she fried and she geeking
choppa blow leave him bleeding

yuh, no I ain't gone lie nah I ain't even mean to hurt you
I been nodding off the xans baby yea the percs too
nah nah leaving me? you don't got the nerve to
yea got fucked up yuh told shawty take her top off goddam
yea, ain't gone lie nah I ain't even mean to hurt you
told my brudda knock off heads nigga hurt the first two
say you been hurting baby you know pain is a virtue
yea ok baby take the pants off yea the shirt too

she said that she been through it girl no, I been through worse
okay that's yo hoe? but that shit sad I hit that first
sadly I'm lovesick everyday can I fix this curse
nigga run down with his gang, one by one they get merked 
no you never learn
gonna be surprised when they all turn
I lost ties no they got burned
just from yo eyes u seem so hurt
(yea from the look In her eyes she look so hurt)
(I'm not gonna lie I made it work)
maybe my life is a curse

hurt you

Spotify

Hurt You ft Skyte

Active

More from Skyte!
Youtube:
www.youtube.com/channel/UCJFXu-IFUxpnvXkAHEroIVQ
Apple Music:
music.apple.com/us/artist/skyte/1521974191
Spotify:
open.spotify.com/artist/1Ns95vooI1gESBvt8cEt9U

Paper making money making young nigga stuck inside his ways 
You typing on the keyboard when I see you there ain’t no escape 
Know it when you lying I see when you hide another face 
From the start I been on go I been living life without the breaks 
What’s going on
Yeah what’s going on 
Feel like uzi vert walking through my money long 
Always put myself first I been loving wrong 
Being around a nigga like me get your trouble gone 
See me they ain’t on none these n*ggas hugging wallls 
This ain’t no marathon when I say run it all
Throw me down and I come back higher like I’m a rubber ball
In the groupchat with her friends like “he doesn’t call”
Just know I think about you daily
To much on my mind so maybe 
I could hit you on a off day 
Pockets eating too much making me look like I lost weight 
If they try you then I put a clip on them just like a drop fade 
Die for this shit with my apes like Harambe 
Why would you dip name it I could get it always 
She my sunshine at the night she make it broad day 
You get one time so do not run me the wrong way 
Pay me for the show what’s the set time 
I got drop and dope it’s the best kind 
We don’t talk to 12 no we don’t confess crime 
I been living well she call me her senpai 
They can’t stop me they better off with a red light 
I been stacking im talking about reach yo head height 
Get inside her  and break her walls like a enzyme 
Me and witty don’t miss this shot like the 10th time 
Staring at the ceiling  all I hear is dead silence 
I’m not the one to call sorry if you need guidance 
Molly pill withdrawals I don’t wanna be violent 
It’s a playground how my niggas stay sliding 
Ion take no wake up and I keep trying 
Hit em through  the scope aim like a beat titan

RUN IT ALL + AYOWITTY

More from Skyte!
Youtube:
www.youtube.com/channel/UCJFXu-IFUxpnvXkAHEroIVQ
Apple Music:
music.apple.com/us/artist/skyte/1521974191
Spotify:
open.spotify.com/artist/1Ns95vooI1gESBvt8cEt9U

Prod AYOWITTY

They ask how I’m doing yeah I’m great 
You want me it’s to late 
Sorry I don’t want your love 
I work off the hate 
Feelings tryna hold ‘em in but they all gon escape 
Oh no I could never go again I learned from my mistakes 
I need you right now 
Now 
Baby tell me 
Would you hold it down?
Something feels off when you not around 
N*ggas goofy we seen them as clowns
Wow
Wow
Stealing my style 
I’m not child 
My money pile 
I don’t ever get no calls I ain’t that hard to dial 
Been grinding for a while 
Yuh 
Get out my face stop lying 
On god I’m done with trying 
It’s my heart I keep on fighting 
In pain I hear them sirens 
You lame we getting violent 
You changed I stayed the same and my bands keep multiplying 
Stuck inside my head I’m feeling miserable 
They don’t really care for me they pitiful 
I ain’t even close to my pinnacle yuh
You don’t ever change girl you being difficult yuh
You ain’t never change girl you being difficult 
It seems like everything I say don’t ever get listened to 
I’m up late night and missing you
It’s not real life it’s fictional 
I can’t believe you can’t see what you did wrong it’s the principle 
[PEAK] 
(My heart been took out)
They’ll do anything for cheddar 
I’m tryna treat you better 
I got bullets for whoever 
Close that door I pull the lever 
Cut them ties you getting severed 
I promise I’ll forget her 
Really feel like now or never 
No one hit me up to see if I was good 
Now I’m tweaking off a 3.5 I put all it in a wood
If you want it you can get it don’t get that misunderstood 
When they ask me how I’m doing I just tell them that I’m good
I ain’t lying 
Lil bitch I’m geeked af 
Watch how I give it up 
I’m finna knock her down 
I got her like pick me up 
Take a look in my sippy cup 
A grown ahh nigga don’t give no fucks
Wanna leave me I wish you luck 
Fell in love it was mixed with lust 
[CRYY]

Right now

@Tunji_Ige @iLoveMakonnen

Produced by @heaven-in-stereo, @Sam-greens, @noahbreakfast of @raremp3s

Recorded At 145 House in Los Angeles
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Pramuk 
Artwork by Glassface - (@facer)

© 2016

TUNJI IGE & ILOVEMAKONNEN - DON'T DO TOO MUCH

@skyteee x @kakkorot x @killdavyn - DISASTER!
PRODUCED BY PASTA
!!!

Skyte

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