bad bitch fat ass know i gotta have thattttt 😩

how you even catch this flow, killed this shit

heard she got a man so she hit me on ma snapchaaaaat

@killdavyn - vital
produced by violence & octodog
mixed by me

Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bad bih, fat ass, know I gotta have that
Yuh, huh, heard she gotta man so she hit me on my Snapchat
Running to the money, bitch I made me them racks
He said he gotta choppa but you know he will not blast that

Yeah, love with the drugs
Love with the bitches, I'm in love with the sluts
Yeah, fuck with lil shawty so I can't fuck it up
Bitch I walk up in the club, bitch I'm throwin' all them ones
Can't fall in love, no I can't fall in love
Can't fall in love, no I can't fall in love, huh
Can't fall in love, no I can't fall in love
Can't fall in love, no I can't fall in love, no I can't

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bad bih, fat ass, know I gotta have that (yeah you know I gotta have that)
Heard she gotta man so she hit me on my Snapchat (she a sneaky hoe)
Running to the money, bitch I made me them racks (big bag)
He said he gotta choppa but you know he will not blast that (fah fah)

Huh, yeah you know he will not blast that
Say he gettin' money, boy you really gotta back that
Said she wanna fuck with me but I know she a gnat gnat
Yeah, you can have that, need a bitch that's bad bad
Iron on my arm like I'm Leo from the Lab Rats
I just got that bitch, send her money on her Cashapp
Foreign lil hoe, I think that lil bitch from Baghdad
Huh, don't know why you here, yeah you need to back back

(Back back, back back, back back, back back)
Bad bih, fat ass, know I gotta have that (Yeah you need to back back, yeah, no I will not have that)
Heard she gotta man so she hit me on my Snapchat (So she wanna hit my Snapchat, and you know that is a fact)
Running to the money, bitch I made me them racks (I'm in love with the racks, I'm in love with them racks yeah)
He said he gotta choppa but you know he will not blast that (But you know he will not blast that)

Blast that
Racks
Snapchat
Have that

vital

vital [violence + octo]

100 FEAT. SKYTE (YUKISX)

TERRARIA (Bonus Track)

Skyte - Meet This Stick [@DJGREN8DE EXCLUSIVE]

Twinstyle w/ SKYTE

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

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

vital [violence + octo]

KILLDAVYN

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