k shyne killed KARTIER K

KARTIER K & FRIENDS

Shyne Season

Its Going Down x PoundTown Remix (Timesplatt)

see it thru w/ xaviersobased prod cru

Lestalkboutit (Timesplatt)

WTF (prod KARTIER K)

Blunts MadBudz (feardorian thr6x)

Te Amo (prod KARTIER K)

#backrounds (prod KARTIER K)

Popeyes (prod KARTIER K)

slugsaughh ft bleood (prod KARTIER K)

K Shyne  McLovin (prod KARTIER K  SLAYWITME2K)

Better Off Alone (timesplatt)

Free Ks Ft Tenkay (nyli)

talkin shit (dumboy)

kartier k - let me glo (nayyar & nyli)

KARTIER K - DEAD FRIENDS (PROD. SLAYWITME) *LOST STAR RADIO EXCLUSIVE*

songs ft kartierk froe brodiebased 1krby cashjunko hollons zephrxd jacobjester caponeti lint xiy stepmohm timesplatt dmtnas exset miso anarchy 1sadboii icky

song wars 1 mix

Ion Giveafuckkk (timesplatt o14)

*THESEXTAPE* kartier k - shyne4sum1(prod me) (HOSTED BY DJTIMESPLATT&ACIDSOULJAH)

kartier k - ion undastand prod orihime & dmtnas

Fyestarta (slipnautica)

Shyne Till i Die (slipnautica) mv in desc

Skrilla Flow

Stressd Out (dumboy) mv in desc

fuck da iceberg (ss3bby thr6x)

Lyrics 


chop the work 
make the choppa work
boy you can’t come round here 

jit gon talk to dirt you talking crazy 
see the shyne the sun out here 

might go half up on a baby 
with yo main b*tch I ain’t never care 

might go half on that merecedes
with yo b*tch so she ain’t never there

the way I’m talking sh*t bout all these niggas 
(hold up) 
(go!!!)

the way im talking sh*t bout all these niggas 
I ain’t never care 

got to play the cards that you was dealt 
in life this sh*t wasn’t never fair 

spinning in this b*tch like cod 
but I won’t stop and stare 

want my POV them come see me 
we got some guap in here 

If you want my POV then come 
see me boy we could talk in here 

boy I gotta see a milli in my bank before I go

and if I don’t then f*ck it back to juggin
find new ways to cope 

these niggas clowns and with them bullets 
they get tagged it’s hard to float 

K playing tag I got that K they running round 
I’m tagging toes 

we getting so much f*cking bread it’s only 
right we make a toast 

we getting so much f*cking what 
(nigga what)

we coast to coast
(hol up)

hop up in my f*cking bag
gon teach them how to coach 

the only way that I be sad 
if I ain’t getting to the dough

I’m with my nigga sadboii
and boy you know we finna glo

I’m with my nigga sadboii 
boy you better watch yo h*e
(go!!!)

K gon up that shyne and twist 
his head get turnt to dust 

go mine we crafting all these sticks 
gon fuck around get turnt to rust 

I’ll slap that d*ck up on yo b*tch
she turned around then start to blush

I’ll slap a nigga in this b*tch
I’ll turn around like jit wassup

(been tryna tell these niggas everytime)

chop the work 
make the choppa work
boy you can’t come round here 

jit gon talk to dirt you talking crazy 
see the shyne the sun out here 

might go half up on a baby 
with yo main b*tch I ain’t never care 

might go half on that merecedes
with yo b*tch so she ain’t never there

the way I’m talking sh*t bout all these niggas 
(hold up) 
(go!!!)

the way im talking sh*t bout all these niggas 
I ain’t never care 

got to play the cards that you was dealt 
in life this sh*t wasn’t never fair 

spinning in this b*tch like cod 
but I won’t stop and stare 

want my POV them come see me 
we got some guap in here 

If you want my POV then come 
see me boy we could talk in here 

boy I gotta see a milli in my bank before I go

Before i go (1sadboii)

Lyrics 


they could break my leg and arms just know I’m still gon hustle 

after that green I been since a lil boy I’ll show a different muscle 

punch a n*gga right up in his sh*t 
sh*t I might break my knuckle 

people finna talk long as you live 
sh*t that sh*t make me chuckle 

put a couple mill inside the will for my son ball like russell  

please go talk yo sh*t talk as you will know k shyne love to tussle 

know I’ll keep on swerving in this b*tch keep on yo seat buckle 

(aye)

come on listen up lil nigga I’m finna teach hustle 

first things first lace up yo shoes it’s time to work

put on yo jacket on yo gloves then grab that shovel dig some dirt 

if you ain’t tryna dig yo grave too soon then nigga you better go put you first 

just know they still finna know yo name
 
one shot to the head Kobain end this sh*t like Kurt 

everyday I step outside I know I ain’t sane 
insane on my back that’s merch 

on the clock know I work by 5 gotta times it by 2 know I’m standing that 10 my turf 

I’ll drop every ounce every bit of the soul from you lil nigga try to bend my words 

I done dropped me alot from my soul from my 
point of view f*ck nigga I’m finna be heard  

(go!!!)

you can’t f*ck with me or fam wont have our soul deterred 

I be high as f*ck until I land my soul won’t never burn 

you niggas only doing what you can yall that you’ll never learn 

I know I was supposed to teach you how to work but this sh*t took a turn 

they could break my leg and arms just know I’m still gon hustle 

after that green I been since a lil boy I’ll show a different muscle 

punch a n*gga right up in his sh*t 
sh*t I might break my knuckle 

people finna talk long as you live 
sh*t that sh*t make me chuckle 

put a couple mill inside the will for my son ball like russell  

please go talk yo sh*t talk as you will know k shyne love to tussle 

know I’ll keep on swerving in this b*tch keep on yo seat buckle 

(aye)

come on listen up lil nigga I’m finna teach hustle 

first things first lace up yo shoes it’s time to work

put on yo jacket on yo gloves then grab that shovel dig some dirt 

if you ain’t tryna dig yo grave too soon then nigga you better go put you first 

just know they still finna know yo name
 
one shot to the head Kobain end this sh*t like Kurt 

everyday I step outside I know I ain’t sane 
insane on my back that’s merch 

on the clock know I work by 5 gotta times it by 2 know I’m standing that 10 my turf 

I’ll drop every ounce every bit of the soul from you lil nigga try to bend my words 

I done dropped me alot from my soul from my 
point of view f*ck nigga I’m finna be heard  

(go!!!)

Kurt Kobain (1sadboii)

Lyrics 


I got get back right stomach 
been f*cked up I can’t even sleep 

this b*tch want get back right 
I’m gon leave that b*tch before she think

oh you want get back right 
jit I’m dropping sh*t before you blink 

if I swim too deep in my thoughts 
no it won’t be too hard to sink

I run up blues until I break a tooth 
got keep this sh*t in sync 

can’t lock me up just know 
I’m breaking loose I’m something you ain’t seen

f*ck back and for-thing with you 
niggas all yall do is intervene 

ain’t jump the porch with nun you 
niggas so why try and step to me 

(hol up)

I been in the street
ever since a sesame 

might go on a shopping spree
I got tenkay next to me

I got souljahs off the acid 
know they ready bouta tweak

these niggas slower than molasses
think they catching up to me

to read the shyne might need some 
glasses I might be too bright to see 

been skipping school said f*ck them classes 
It ain’t sh*t that they gon teach 

you get a halo from this K
you f*ck around and try to reach

can’t get no hello from lil K
that n*gga don’t even like to speak
(go!!!)

chop sh*t on 
(uh, yuh)

chop sh*t on both sides 

keep it tuck inside the tux
 a extra bullet in the bow tie 

you think you could run with us 
sh*t I don’t know we get the most high
(whattt)

real broward baby in this b*tch
these niggas dead flies 

getting to that guap 
might pour some sh*t like zay on dead guys

niggas talk a lot won’t stop the shop
them niggas dead fried 

I don’t talk alot cause when I pop
sh*t im gon say it loud 
(ay, yuh)

these niggas flexing on they gram 
finna die for lives 
(ay, yuh)

nine that sh*t be fine 
(ay, yuh)

but my b*tch hella fine

blow up with 10 seconds on the clip
nickname the glock vine

never be too worried bout a b*tch
that’s just gon waste yo time 
(aye) 

hustle everyday then run it back 
don’t step far out of line 

momma told me son you gotta BMO
guess it’s adventure time 

If I smoke until I get that chemo
then I won’t drop no dime

f*ck this rapping sh*t 
I’ll break my ego gon have to find the signs 

I got the ape around my chest like nigo
just watch how far I climb 

x2

Dead Flies (ello 1sadboii)

party hard prod kushxxaunt timesplatt

Lyrics


bag the work go hit the work hize 
b*tch I might sell me bout seven 

lift the work like this a workout 
b*tch for this life know im destin

on the road ain’t never stressing 
serve them white boys out in weston

I don’t post up on the gram a lot 
pop back outside it’s unexpected 

niggas putting out they hand a lot
sh*t I don’t think they got the message 

pose to play the cards that you was dealt in life
lil nigga count yo blessings 

niggas swear that they gon cross the line 
but they ain’t never step in 

It ain’t sh*t to smack that boy down 
one more time sh*t I might get to wrestling 

they could try to take my sight 
Im still gon get em blade in front like kenshin

If I drop the shyne gon feel a different light from you and all yo kin’s sins 

I might predict the world falling 
like the f*cking simpson

swear I tried to tell em never 
(what) 

never f*cking listen 

I’m gon feed my fam through every quarter 
ain’t no intermission 

way them number going up
it’s algebraic not no math mathematician 

when I go up I know these niggas 
gon hate it they already b*tching 

(aye)

I done did too much of all this hustling 
to have not pot to piss in

(aye)

tan versace jeans that turquoise top 
my b*tch like louis griffin  

keep that K 
shyne next to me like what that mean 
sh*t I might f*cking glisten 

put some ice up in my tea 
might mix with lean 
sh*t I might need some lipton

jit be out here kissing b*tches
kissing d*ck I swear that nigga trippin 

I been ballin way before I was 21 
b*tch that’s why I been tipping

the way my new b*tch pray for me
think she trying convert me to christian

buddhas all over my fit 
might be my true religion

(d*mn)

if you can’t stand the rain
then I can’t drop no new edition 

if you can’t stand the pain 
then why would I go put you in position 

the way I step like major payne
I group these niggas up and make em listen 

jit scared to work round any type of fye 
can’t step foot in the kitchen 

I can’t come round where 
you said I’m finna die I think these niggas trippin

(aye)

nickname yo lil h*e lil waterpark
I see she got you slipping

treat yo soul how im gon treat the whip
I push to start then 
(hol up)

can’t tell me to hol up
can’t tell me to slow up 

running on that road this everyday
you know I gotta go up

swang this b*tch like forza 
swap the game don’t need no new controller 

talk my talk like dj lucas
guess that’s when my white side taking over 

you don’t want to witness sh*t 
right at your door I ain’t jehova

you’d be lucky try to diss on shyne 
and win might need a four leaf clover

Louis Griffin (1sadboii)

Too Gone (1sadboii)

Lyrics


what they need me for 
put in that work show how I bleed

(aye)

I might make a milli off a stream 
might show my different speed 

(aye)

the way I lose my mental on these beats
might think I’m special needs 

the way I step inside this b*tch like 
vietnam but lil K Japanese 

I tried to tell em nigga you could 
call my mom you think I’m capping please 

my momma told me baby worry 
bout yourself these niggas copping pleas

I can’t wait till all my niggas touch a M
sh*t we might drop a B

minaj-ing nicki in the trap 
you walk inside you gotta catch some bees 

I prayed for better days 
don’t pray to walk outside to TMZ

catch you playing on my name 
you won’t remember the last time seeing me 
(go!!!)

boy you can’t remember 
how you play the game you got some CTE

I’m causing chaos in this b*tch 
pull up like CTCC
(aye)

I’m cooking curry on a good day
ball like CP3 

boy I could drop this shit hear 
what the hood say they gon f*ck with me 

I’m cruising round in any state 
but I ain’t in no PTC

when I wake up f*ck the city up 
I press record it’s time to eat 

boy they can’t f*ck my image up
creep with that 9 aim viciously

3 words for niggas you’s a b*tch
3 letters you’s a NPC

jit gon have to empty our entire clips 
if you gon empty me 
(hol up)
(go!!!)

I know it won’t take alot 
for them to envy me 

I cost alot the arms and legs 
is some like centipedes 

wont be tangled beefing bout a b*tch
you treating like penelope

get to spelling all this sh*t out 
In my bars this ain’t no spelling bee

I’m gon tell em one more time sh*t strange 
get  t-a-n-g-l-e-d

(what that mean)

It mean you gon get 
s-t-r-a-n-g-l-e-d

get to playing with lil K
get turnt to parfait or clip for MTV


they set the bar like what the bar say 
no one seeing me 

then hit the bar like what the bar say 
you don’t need I.D

what they need me for 
put in that work show how I bleed

(aye)

I might make a milli off a stream 
might show my different speed 

(aye)

the way I lose my mental on these beats
might think I’m special needs 

the way I step inside this b*tch like 
vietnam but lil K Japanese 

I tried to tell em nigga you could 
call my mom you think I’m capping please 

my momma told me baby worry 
bout yourself these niggas copping pleas

I can’t wait till all my niggas touch a M
sh*t we might drop a B

minaj-ing nicki in the trap 
you walk inside you gotta catch some bees

Beez In The Trap (yk 1sadboii)

Taciturn (1sadboii)

Yoshimitsu (kyuro 1sadboii)

Business ft Khxali prod nayyar

fuck da iceberg pt 2 @WTTU (nyli 06brick)

Dont Overthink, Why Now by Doxs

now im being extra ...... @occult14 @kyuro @dontscrewmeover

BARCODE FT BRODIEBASED (KUSHXXAUNT TIMESPLATT)

lyrics 


feel like I’m running on empty 

I can’t tell myself that 
I ain’t never think that it wouldn’t happen 

I’m running on empty x2

our worlds fading 
oh why I can’t take this 

my hearts racing 
don’t mind our playlist 

my minds blanking 
but I can’t say sh*t

yo heart been aching 
think that’s why I ain’t say sh*t 

(why i-i) x2

feel like I’m running on empty 

(i-i-i) x2

feel like I’m running on..

while our love fades 
i castaway 

I know im wrong but girl you
wrong act like i passed away 

and I don’t blame you 
for things I think you say 

I feel you running girl but 
please don’t run too far away 

(why I-i) 

(I-i-I)

feel like I’m running on empty x2

Empty @chemsinn

lyrics 

you done made a river 
with them tears that you cried bout me 

I been getting high off the love 
that you gave me, going down bout me 

if you was a thousand miles away 
girl I would find the time every week 

make sure you got flowers on yo
day, but you ain’t thank me now I 
know why we don’t speak

(yuh)

I’m just tryn keep balling in the league
you gon act like you don’t care about me 
I can’t follow lead 

I could tell you what it’s worth 
you don’t gotta follow me 

I know I been doing dirt 
this sh*t still gon follow me 

and yes I know what I been doing 
tryna fix my family tree 
my brothers fall throughout the fall
and I know they gon call on me 

and if I fall I’m still gon crawl 
until I reach me all my dreams 

I know we fell up out of love 
ain’t knowing what it mean to me 

I’m off these drugs I’m seeing colors 
saw myself inside my lean 

I pray to god don’t take me under 
they can’t see that side of me 

I’m saying sorry to my mother 
cause I swear it bother me

I can’t feel sorry for another person
that done bottled me 

ain’t never hiding my true self 
turn my dreams to reality 

brought my girl to her higher self
now she walk like “my body tea”

you know I always run it up
sh*t I ain’t caring bout fatigue 

the way I shyne to sum it up 
no you can’t shyne as bright as me 

(yuh)

you could make a river with them
tears that you cried bout me 

baby I ain’t never want you to leave 

I’m gon ride that river with them tears 
that you cried bout me 

a lot of pain when I sail on this sea

it ain’t that I want you to see 

you my love girl why won’t you believe 


I done put my all for you.

(I’m fatigued) 

I done gave my all for you..

fatigue (m8i)

KARTIER K

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