This song has a different vibe to it and i love it 😮‍💨🔥

Kymanixo i wanna do a song w u i produce thou😂

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

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

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

Damn I Knew It

One take (prod. bounce kid)

Crunch Time ft. skyte

Round two (prod.zoowe)

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

Story of my life

Lyrics:
Brand new day new blunt 
Lungs filled up with them runtz 
Can’t even trust my bro starting to feel like guts 
N*ggas treat you based off what you made this month 
I’m right where I wanted to be somehow it ain’t enough 
No They can’t lock me up I’m breaking cuffs 
Pepto bismo ain’t gon work on this pain in my gut 
She said I’m to selfish ion do enough 
Loyalty feel helpless hoes can’t get my trust 
Feel my memory drifting away 
It get harder to live everyday 
I keep making the same mistakes 
The way that I’m living ain’t right I’m tryna change my ways
It don’t make a difference for real cause everyone stayed the same 
They won’t understand the truth so I keep on telling them lies
There’s a problem let’s get to the bottom I’m not with the settling kind 
B*tch I stand on business no Ian letting it slide 
Turn it akame ga kill you try me then everyone die 
Yuh
You heard that sh*t it the back that’s a whole ocarina of time 
I told em our me the red and this ain’t no bottle of wine 
Looking for something that’s genuine it’s getting harder to find
It go the same way Every Time 
They use me till they done and then they just throw me aside 
That why when they ask me how I feel I tell em I’m doing just fine 
Never tell them the reason you crying 
Cause that reason gon turn to a weapon and it’s finna hurt when that b*tch In Yo spine
People do anything for progression they ain’t really worried bout skipping the line 
Yuh yuh okay
Ian confess in a while 
Mane  this Depression get Foul 
So I got strong  gas when I smoke it it gives me a breath of the wild 
I got spirits in me it’s time to start letting them out 
They like “boy turn off that phone that’s what you been stressing about” 
I get geeked and throw these meds in my mouth 
It’s a regular show in a regular house 
Been feeling like dropping the ball, sitting back and just letting it bounce

BRAND NEW DAY p. otismadeit

@skyteee

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Round two (prod.zoowe)

kymaniixo

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