Astral!

prod shxrkz

(Hook)
Oh my, I'm so high (yuh)
In NY, We gone tote 5's (yuh)
I been left, you gon come right (yuh)
Ugh and she my type.
Ugh ugh she know me so I know why y.e.s no e.o.y
Tote that blick up in my jamas so you know we neva fight
If she pull up to the crib she stay one day aint say goodnight
With my gang up in the studio we pouring dirty sprite

(Verse)
Yuh yuh that purple sprite
She said that she likey, she gon have a pint 
Internet trolls don't excite me..
Know just who are we, know just who am I
Huh if that blick come out my pants, do the toosie slide (do the toosie slide)
Chilling innis ocean I cant wait till I could glide 
Ah sippin onnat potion moving wocky all outside
Like money green petter pan catch me if you can
Ah money hoes shorties dance when that money in my pants

Ah ah copy what I do know that you a fan
Ah with the winning group neva losing
If I pull up and I shoot know its going in
Huh going in shorty know im all in

Yuh huh(woo) 7x

(Hook 2)
Oh my, I'm so high (yuh)
In NY, We gone tote 5's (yuh)
I been left, you gon come right (yuh)
Ugh and she my type.
Ugh ugh she know me so I know why y.e.s no e.o.y
Tote that blick up in my jamas so you know we neva fight
If she pull up to the crib she stay one day aint say goodnight
With my gang up in the studio we pouring dirty sprite

purple sprite

Official Music Video!

https://youtu.be/xeguQVIohFc?si=mhZ3T5eo7sAyUJZg

Blik E Mart

'Blik E Mart' Video

SKYTE - GON

Crunch Time ft. skyte

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Produced By Shades 
mix and master @omg_glizzy

Anyway (prod. shades)

VIDEO OUT NOW ON YOUTUBE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qilyHU7uZ5U&ab_channel=Specxfic

Ayy, ayy
Uh, let's go
What, what

Oh, my god
Aye, Imma talk my shit
The Draco came in with a flash
I almost popped my shit
These niggas always say they that
But I don't believe that shit
You flexin', now you on your ass
And we seen that shit

Aye

Aye, I'm on some bb shit
I mixed the drink with the pop Now
I made some creamy shit
I can't move with the wock now
I'm on some dreamy shit
She wonder if we goin out, I think she on some Stevie shit

Fuck
I mean Stevie Wonder
Everything that nigga do, be corny
Like a meme on Tumblr
Pulled up in the urus, Hear the engine
Shit sound like a rumbler
Yeah, I'm up and coming
Told her, I'ma up and comer

20 bands, blue strips
All inside my pocket
Do a gang sign and disappear
Like an Anunnaki
I be in the kitchen everyday
But I don't ship Hibachi
I don't got a beeper
Need some dough, just hit my Tamagotchi

Wear em once and never wear em twice
Just like some new Huaraches
Catch me in the office
I don't ever be inside the lobby
On some Cod shit
I'm tryna catch him
Right before he caught me
Yeah, I get the bills
But I don't fuck with Cosby

But it's no Tommy
Sixty bands inside my pocket
Reason why I'm movin' raunchy
Yeah, I'm talkin' spicy shit
They thinkin' that I'm eating Takis
You was in the class
I was movin' like a damn jockey-
Ask me if I'm goin' to that class
And I said, "damn, probably"
20 bands in both pockets
So I'm movin' damn naughty
Yeah, I'm the shit
But I don't gotta take no damn potty
I go into the paint and take a lay
Just like I'm Cam Wiley

Shit
I meant Cam Wilder
Up the Glock and make a nigga run
Just like he Cam Wilder
She don't like you niggas
She like me because she say I'm Wilder
I'm the type of nigga in the club
With lean and baby powder

What
This nigga is-is what?
Ayy, I don't need no ad-libs
I up the Glock and make a nigga run
I hit his damn ribs
Pull up on a nigga with his mom
Like I'm Sam Gibbs

This shit ain't costin
And I'm 20 band flossing
Catch a nigga at his house
Home alone like a possum
Yeah, I fuck with New York
But I don't fuck with no Boston
Catch a nigga talkin' all that shit
Get my Haitians chop him

Only reason why she tryna fuck with me
Because I'm poppin
Yeah, you made like 10 bands
But you was never-ever poppin
If I say I'm fuckin' coppin
Then that mean I'm fuckin' coppin
You ain't Batman, you ain't Robin
You can't save her, Imma off her

Aye
I'm a motherfuckin' villain
Throw a disc at a nigga-
Like I'm motherfuckin' Krillin
It's two bands on my lap
But it's just motherfuckin' chillin
He keep starin', I'ma get this Glock out
If he keep grillin
Me and gang goin' up
You better watch, it's gettin' hot
Only time I keep receipts
Is when I'm talkin' to my opps
And I keep 20 bands on me
So I don't never-ever flop
And they listen to my snippets like-
When you finna drop

Ayy, ayy, I'll drop when I can
Ayy wait, I'll drop right now
If you just give a band
I don't ever say I can't
Because I know I fuckin' can
It's too many bitches up inside this spot, I need to land

Yeah, she takin' pictures
Told her she can't put that on the gram
Yea he hard, I listened to him
When he dropped that Bam-Bam
Only time I use my hands
I hit the beat like a KanKan
Run into the bag fast
Like some fuckin' damn RAM

Bro what we doin'
Aye
Bro what we doin'
Shit
Lets get to work
Shit
Let's get to work

Bro what we doin, aye
lets get to work
Bro what we doin, aye
lets get to work, aye

Bro what we doin'
Aye
Bro what we doin'
Shit
Lets get to work
Shit
Let's get to work

Bro what we doin, aye
lets get to work
Bro what we doin, aye
lets get to work, aye

Anunnaki

want u!

Astral

antman! (jorko)

flex! (u don’t like me) [jorko]

kickstand! (remix)

game over!

@killdavyn - fasho!
Produced by Chrxme & GooTheReakiest
Mixed by me

Lyrics:
[Intro]
Yuh

[Chorus]
Get that bread, that dough
Do it like I'm 'pposed
I get bands fasho
I might spend some on some hoes
Hoe just let me go
Yeah leave me alone
Yeah dat drank, yeah I'mma pour 
Put me in that mode
Yeah, and that's fasho
I can never fold
I just need my dough
Shawty gimme dome
I can't stand no hoe
Told her leave me 'lone
I be with my bros
And that's fasho

[Verse]
Yo bitch, beat her back in
You can't catch me lackin'
I'm 'bout to bring them racks in
She got me, she braggin'
Bang bang, 'bout dat action
Huh, you not in my bracket
All this swag swag swag, I'm swaggin'
I got bag bag bag, bring the bag in
Hit from the back I'mma tap it
I brought the bag to the back end
He runnin' up, we gon' crack him
Better not catch your boy lackin'
He talkin' shit but won't back it
Shut his ass up when the mags hit
He want a feat, finna tax him
Run up the racks, I'mma lap him
Just like a race
Yo bitch, dick in her face
No bitch, you won't get paid
Notice, I get the bank
Fat ass, she got some cake
Have that, all on my face
Fat racks, I get the bank
Black bitch, callin' me bae

[Bridge]
Yeah, and that's fasho
And that's fasho
And that's fasho-o-o
And that's fasho-o-o

[Chorus]
Get that bread, that dough
Do it like I'm 'pposed
I get bands fasho
I might spend some on some hoes
Hoe just let me go
Yeah leave me alone
Yeah dat drank, yeah I'mma pour 
Put me in that mode
Yeah, and that's fasho
I can never fold
I just need my dough
Shawty gimme dome
I can't stand no hoe
Told her leave me 'lone
I be with my bros
And that's fasho

[Outro]
Yeah that's fasho-o-o, that's fasho
That's fasho-o-o, yeah
That's fasho-o-o
And that's fasho-o-o

fasho!

fasho! [chrxme + goothereakiest]

Youtube: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZ6tdTwsYPg&list=OLAK5uy_m5yVD9Se-pioWK6OiS8CN_6Hz0Kq8gy4k&ab_channel=Skyte-Topic

Lyrics:
Ion even need no stick these hand enough 
Solluminati on a hoe like damn that’s tuff 
He upped the stick and it jammed got stuck 
Rolling 200 grams a month 
Backwood in my hand to stuffed 
Saitama when I land this punch 
Loud pack and it smell like skunk 
Money on ya head like it’s on the top bunk 
Got opps but you never dropped one 
You Tote a G5 bro slid a shotgun 
Bro where the f*ck is you going?
Opp tryna hide but this ain’t no prop hunt 
Just like a notti whole gang pop up 
Mr krabs the recipe been locked up 
Walk in fresh and I know she dig me 
I’m the whole heart of the city 
Put in a 5 and I pull out a fifty 
I’m a young black dick head call me rigby 
Why these bad how saying they miss me?
Cause I walk through clean and a young n*gga crispy asf 
I told that hoe to be careful if she drink my semen she might just get tipsy on nut 
Goddamn b*tch am I hitting or what?
Ion got no spare tire b*tch it’s a stick in the trunk 
I wake up and I’m livid as f*ck 
Cause I don’t got a hold of riches 
The way that you wake up and sit on yo ass all day you suffer from motion sickness 
It’s crazy the same n*ggas that’s you brought up with you turn they backs and grow malicious 
Gotta spell that work on my thots and and the oldest witches 
N*ggas praise me just like Jehovah’s Witness 
I got crazy, one day in sold the tickets 
Told this b*tch she a dub she can’t get my digits 
I got gas ain’t no way I’m smoking midgets

So you got the gas?
(Yes)
Are you in the lab?
(Yes)
And you got the swag?
(Yes)
Oh so you been in your bag
(Yes)
I bet you get n*ggas mad
(Yes)
First place never in last 
(Yes)
Finna eat some door dash
(Yea) 
More bad b*tches more ass
(Yes) 
Lil b*tch imma antag 

Paper on me so when I talk it sound like a mummy speak 
Got the g5 it’s on go and Ian talking monkey D 
Put that nuzzle right up to your face your fate is up to me 
Yuh yuh
Got this fye on hand don’t need company 
Yuh yuh
I’m like Spider-Man hate stu stuck to me
Couldn’t even peep my worth back then now n*ggas want some luxury 
She a lil freak she drink my kids, mistook my dick as sunny D 
How you at full volume still not making no noise 
Damn 
You a kid it’s easy to take yo toys 
In a air plane finna air strafe that boy 
Sold him fake gas n*gga got laced with roids
We don’t play dat cutting off fake ass whore 
Got thin ass walls they gon hear that noise 
Imma geek out like fletcher 
In the lad with a pot dexter
Think I turned to a guap molester 
See three dots time I text her 
My heat hot to much pressure 
Pop out we light up sketchers 
I hold this shit together

No noise p. keemoh

Rubba Boots Freestyle [keemoh]

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