vythex3

@vythe
https://instagram.com/vythex3
"Hellcore" Debut Single
Produced by Longboystyle X Mr. Weaver
Engineered by Moonsonthetrack

LYRICS:

Jus like a gardener I keep my tool up (tulip)
Suck my dick, lick the drool up
Gratata at yo whip and you aint even back up
But you brakkin & bool, huh?
& These venues keep hittin my line tryna book me n shit when i dropped outta school bruh
& this groupie aSS hoe in my DM keep gassin' me up like "uu so fukkin cool bruh"
& I'm like

I'mma PIECE OF SHIT MY OWN BITCH DONT LIKE ME
I'mma PIECE OF SHIT MY OWN BITCH DONT LIKE ME

Doin' shows while you sit on a campus
Shoot @ his leg now he asks what a cramp is
Hit dat ho now she doin the stanky legg
Now she strut when she walk like she usin' pegs

Bitch I'm runnin & runnin & gunnin & my opposition? they ain't fuckin nothin
My niggas plottin' & thumbin we run in ya house like we lookin' for sumn

Pull up im bangin yo block and im bangin yo thot
wait, she bangin the block too?

I let it rain drop the top 
not no muhfuckin water these bullets gon' run thru

I got an extended barrel that bitch on the ruger 
I up it it's 6'2

Eh, he said he pullin up deep
set off shots now ya homies dead layin' beside you

I GOT A GUN NO U CANNOT COMBAT ME
BITCH IM ROBBIN IM ROBBIN IM ROBBIN
BOY YOU TALKIN YOU TALKIN YOU TALKIN
THESE 31 BULLETS GO STRAIGHT TO YA NOGGIN

FUCK, HE ON THE NEWS MADE HIM SNOOZE
NOW HE FRAIL INNA CASKET HIS FAMILY SOBBIN
BITCH IM ROBBIN IM ROBBIN IM ROBBIN
BITCH IM ROBBIN IM ROBBIN IM ROBBIN

HA, Pockets fat like I'm suburban
We inna suburban we spinnin n servin' uh
Cheat on my hoe like 6 times
"Lets have a talk i dont think that we workin"

You got stock on yo rifle? It's plummeting
Say u aint scared why the fuck is u running then
I got some more pressure comin in
I pass the pack to you, you fuckin fumblin

Vythe - LIKE ME (p. LONGBOY)

XIIIDOLOR X CAEISDEAD X VYTHE - #JUSTAMESSAGE

stop talking shit and expecting a prod credit
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engineered by moonsonthetrack

LYRICS

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
My bitch shoot H, I can't relate
JK i can't take no L these M's all in (N) my fuckin safe (ha)
bitch i'm too damn OP, someone nerf me shoot & counterstrafe
Q pounds are (R) all on my desk
bitch hit me for S-e-x

i aint hookin shit boy
better tie yo shoes and bring that vest
kick my seat back in the booth
don't need 2 try bitch im the best

gettin booked from east to west
up all night, aint even slept
his ass tried to rob me
now he walk w three holes in his chest

tell that fucker bring that gunplay,
i dont horseplay
fuck ya hoe i skip the foreplay,
rip her corset

im up in this x3
bitch lit.
aint fuckin w these niggas like a faggot with a limp dick
she think imma piece of shit
but bae im just sadistic

her boyfriend wanna kill me 
imma make him a statistic

um, um, um
left.
right.
get yo bitch right.
in my ksubis jeans a big. pipe.
damn that bitch tight

imma keep on fukkin stackin
til my whole dam fukkin set win
better lock yo doors nigga
cus im bout to break in 

fucker u aint gang,
we not friends!
please dont fukkin call me twin

if his body twitchin best believe we finna spin again
uh uh

VYTHE - GUNPLAY

SESHSPAWN + VYTHE + QUANKK - BONESAW (p. soulburn)

Presented by: Intensify Charts
@vythe - https://instagram.com/vythex3
@soskidx - https://instagram.com/soskidx
@zotiyac - https://instagram.com/zotiyac
Produced by: @mathiastyner
Artwork by: @vythe

IMPACT (feat. KIDX & ZOTIYAC) [p. mathiastyner]

KXLLSWXTCH + VYTHE - SPARE COOCHIE?!?

ROUNDABOUT [2020] (ft. AZAEZEL)

NOW ON SPOTIFY

kys (keepyourselfsafe)

mixed + mastered by me , produced by sekira
@nlmx3
hellcore curses 

LYRICS:
I do dope not dank
This that krankk
Wet that bit like sank (sink)
Like, like, like

I do dope not dank
This that krankk
Wet that bit like sank (sink)
Like, like, like

Choppa sing like it's Lauren Hill
Niggas sweet as the fuck sippin syrup still
Bitch I ball like im Dwight
You aint hype you just type
Money and top only things that I like

Feel like I'm uzi, I'm breakin the bank, right
It cant fit in my pocket my jeans tight
Uh, I'm in her walls like a night light
Swerve the street duckin 12 every Stoplight

Flick my wrist
Drag and click
Tap his head
I dont miss

She plead to fukk
But I'm pleadin the Fifth

Hollow tips, make him sit
Make him float like a fish
Lay him dead on the 1st
Make his wake on the 6th

Make him shit, puke, and piss inna body bag
He from hell? Send em back we aint havin that!
He a bitch he wont battle back
Stupid slut on my nuts ride my dick like its saddleback

Ay, 
He rot and lessen, he down like depression
Don't gotta ask bitch its in my possession

Slit him in sections and bury him second
This stick in my hand let me teach you a lesson

Smoke up ya session and leave an impression
He vocal compress him, we dont do confessions!
Shoot in succession, we send em to heaven
She a 10, slide @ 9 then I'm gone by 11

yuh
BITCH
YEAH YEAH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H

I do dope not dank
This that krankk
Wet that bit like sank (sink)
Like, like, like

I do dope not dank
This that krankk
Wet that bit like sank (sink)

Vythe - KRANKK (+sekira)

Produced by Mathias Tyner
Mixed by Me + Mastered by @moonsonthetrack
Art by @grxypaint 

LYRICS:

Damn, I gotta flesh fetish
Don't gotta like me ya bitch said it
Shawty don't know who you is 
but she spammin my cell sent a text and I aint read it

Think he the shit make em leak, droppin hits every week
If its up then I cant dead it
I'm goin up and you not and the glock not a prop
Givin top like she bald-headed

Talkin sweet he get hit w that Sig Sauer 
I been locked in the stu for like 6 hours
I WANT MONEY AND MURDER AND MORE POWER
AND MY PACK FUKKIN STINK LIKE IT DONT SHOWER

Za in the Ziploc
Tell me how you gon' shoot from an inbox
If you aint tryna suck hit the sidewalk
Off a pill doin drills like im Kay flock (nottiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii) 
Huh?

Duckin, dodgin bullets, YEET (yeat)
While I'm just makin money twerk (lol get it)
Break that bimbo down and beat
You simp
She cheat
She wet my sheets

Copy cus they can't compete
I cock my fye and let it eat
Cocky, but you stay on meat
My FN fukk, that bitch a freak

Dolo, Wit dat, Drac', uh
Bitch throw that ass I dont care if its fake
Niggas pussy I'm callin' em Cake
Tryna push me his life imma take

He so mid we can't smoke him
He get beat
He get stabbed
He get slit
Then we rope him
Uhhhh, I run his racks slim
When I pull up im poppin, im makin the street swim

Say im this and say im that,
Suck my fukkin ass crack.
Totin like im Mad Max
She take it til she climax

EBK we dont fuck w ya clique
He a rat, he a mouse he get clicked (pfft)
Slide up im slumpin ya shit
Stay wit a 'script (prescription) like my life just a skit, ha

Yeah, I gotta flesh fetish
Don't gotta like me ya bitch said it
Shawty don't know who you is 
but she spammin my cell sent a text and I aint read it

Think he the shit make em leak, droppin hits every week
If its up then I cant dead it
I'm goin up and you not and the glock not a prop
Givin top like she bald-headed

FLESH (+mathiastyner)

mixed & mastered by me
produced by drug$lutt
cover by grxypaint (ily grxy)
song all plats soon distrokid bein dumb

OUT NOW ON SPOTIFY

BLITZ (+drug$lutt)

i aint give birth to ya son but i made em
these niggas copy verbatim
tweaked off the pills think yo ass need sum kratom
these industry fuckers so fake fuckin hate em
you got them straps but dont show em 
you got them sticks never tote em
i keep a pole like a totem
tossin and throwin these packs im the plug like a modem

if yeen shootin shit
rt momma get the fuck up off my dick
100 round, hit em with da glock
we gon take em down
100 round, copyright ya song, i'm gon take it down
if 12 get behind me, you gon eat 60 fuckin rounds
get off yo ass you pathetic
say you dont know me my name in the credits
how you grown but you type like dyslexic
its up leave there no i dont wanna dead it

i aint give birth to ya son but i made em
these niggas copy verbatim
tweaked off the pills think yo ass need sum kratom
these industry fuckers so fake fuckin hate em
you got them straps but dont show em 
you got them sticks never tote em
i keep a pole like a totem
tossin and throwin these packs im the plug like a modem

dont fuckin play bitch yk where i stay
im in the muhfuckin A
you want sum smoke flick the ash in the tray
want them bands or im buckin i need it today

(im puffin down that zaza while posted at the plaza)
bitch you aint in the field you a nobody
if it wasnt for me youd be nobody
shut yo lip cus im whippin that widebody
main in the front, in the back? thats my side body
you aint no mother im callin up CPS
gettin pussy? why not try some PBS
she doin tricks on my dick like a BMX
got a muzzle but bark like its DMX
feel like osama a young nigga <3 to flex
drop the pin we on go bitch you know the rest

60 MILES (REMIX) #FREELILRT [lyrics in desc.]

HEADKNOKK

oh my fucking god
i hate my life a lot
i got a war in my head
lose your life for a hoe? get some bread.

and im stabbin that bitch til he dead
stabbin im stabbin that bitch til he dead
AND THIS BITCH, BROKE MY HEART
GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY HEAD

FUCK UP OUT MY HEAD
GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY HEAD
GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY HEAD

GTFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

vythe hesitation bootleg prod me

IMMORTAL

mixed & mastered by me
produced by michael link

(Lyrics:)

hellspawn
fuck the ground you stand on 
he so pussy stuff him up with lead and tampons
i aint selfish if i hit i put my mans on
vythe up in this bitch too fuckin lit who left the lamp on?

cha- cha- chop that boy and screw em like im dj ess
sorry to my fans ain't droppin music i been too depressed ):
"por que papi please dont sell your soul" like bitch i know what's best
gang too fuckin grimey super slimey need sum mucinex, bet

vein spill, blood splat
shittin where u die at
kill em when he spawn back
i hope nobody saw dat

add her to my roster
perish he'll never prosper
love her but i lost her ):
turnin my children foster

real nigga rally im best representative
pop it open and pop me a sedative
i aint yo twin nigga we is not relatives
hm? why all your music repetitive..?

cant be me if you tried
think different, you might die
cant, keep, up, with my stride
wont, rob, you? bitch i lied

aint in the field got no mud on you cleat
suck a sippy you'll never be street
i let her go aint no savin her
not finna sweat it i know she'll be back inna week
don't tap my blunt cuz its not for the weak!
you smokin spray-on im smokin on ew!!! :O
i'm tryna kill, fuck a conversation
copped a new telly they cancelled my reservation </3

haha, 
emo bitty
we always fuck to mitski
cant cuff her cus its risky , ha
woo!
get away he lucky (lucki) ain't that lifestyle brazy?
tryna ambush? life took, push dasies
girlfriend left, said im too crazy
dont need feedback, fuck you, pay me.
imma petty prick but she gon lick me til im lazy
left me here to suffer & a slut won't ever save me

HELLSPAWN

VYTHE X QUANKK - AUTISM (PROD. ALEXANDERSHAWTY)

NOLIVESMATTER
@quankk @vythe 
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engineered by @moonsonthetrack 
artwork by @grxypaint <3

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