Skyte - Lone

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[xeiino]
yuh yuh yuh yuh 
we gon' fuck it up so pussy boy don't try me like a hoe
beat gon' make him dance and if he don't send bullets at his toes
Like where yo pride at? (where!) yeah he don't got it 
Everybody hit my number for my mix my shit's exotic
I won't stop until I'm running up a check in different climates 
I won't stop I know dem boys who steal my shit like they some pirates
I won't stop I know dem boys who tried to kill me actin silent 
Actin violent in yo crib, get off my dick, go see some action pussy

Why you always wanna know what I been up to?
Shouldn't you be worried about yo bag and when yo rent due?
This shit not a game the way yo homie got no re-do
Swear to god they watchin all my moves like I'm the Regal
Dot gon' make him Hindu how he finna meet a god
Oh my god! can you get up off my dick and get a job!
He keep talkin reckless, that boy been actin senseless
Since he ran up on me self defense done left him breathless

[softpest] 
Yeah we left him breathless
He for real a dead man 
Smooth on the beat 
It remind me how I'm smoother than butter on brie, yeah
mannn idk what he saying bro no cap i give up

I WONT STOP  w/ softpest

ferda plot ft. piccon [moorington]

I got a pistol on my hand; you get one tapped.
The way she bend it over, yeah, yo’ hoe know how to move that.
The second he see 12, he get ready, and he move fast.
Led in the middle of his head; I’m smokin’ who pack?
Dual Berettas on my body, you get smoked up.
I done got the heat up on my leg; shit get burned up.
Presidential pockets, yeah, my wallet filled with dead ones.
He tryna get up in the cut, but he don’t want run ones.
My boy Andy, he keep tuck; he don’t ever lose.
I’m waitin’ for yo’ payment; yo’ shit late—need to pay yo’ dues.
You keep talkin’ crazy on the net, gon’ end up on the news.
Yo’ girl, she not faithful; I done seen her with like seven dudes.
We do ’em dirty, yeah, the deed done like Valentine.
He be talkin’ crazy—how I know that he a fan of mine.
The way I spin yo’ block, got ’em thinkin’ I be stoppin’ time.
Yo’ hoe on rotation; she ain’t never gettin’ back on time.

Yeah, never see it, you’ll believe it.
All these hoes deceivin’; best they do is cheat.
Keep a rotation goin’ like every other week,
’Cause I can’t fall for the same hoe.
Bitch, I gotta go,
Never switchin’ up on my clique; that’s on my foes.
Wake ’em like, "What’s up?"—my pistol ’boutta blow.
Talk down, leave yo’ nose runny like you off some coke.
My new bitch so stunning; every time, my mind is blown.
My brain done blew up.
Okay, you get the point—was retarded, then I grew up.
Finally realized there’s more than two of us.
She asked, "We cool or what?"
You’s a stupid fuck.
Huh, huh, are you dumb?
Gotta provide for myself, and then I can feed the whole family.
My health gettin’ worse; I’m losin’ my sanity.
Mfs spam my DMs like, "Bitch, shut the fuck up."
I ain’t tryna see ’em; these pussies fiendin’, they from the gutter.

ferda plot ft. piccon [moorington]

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