Lyrics:
Show me my respect baby imma trendsetter 
Yeah I got her wet but I got her friend wetter
How she tryna text when our ties been severed 
Wake up pop out spend a check lil b*tch im a big spender 
I just 
Go! 
Go!
Hop up in this mazzi baby 
F*ck these hoes they drive me crazy
I hate n*ggas like a white old lady
All my money legal than a b*tch there ain’t no swiping baby
Way she cut these n*ggas off so quick I might just like you baby
I know they wanna take me out and put me on the floor 
I don’t work at no damn dominoes but I stick to the dough
You gon win sometimes and you gon loose but that just how it go
She like “Cam I miss the sober you” and I’m like hit the door
Hit the door x4
Hit the door
Get up out my life 
B*tch Ian yo mans and I’m not finna say that twice 
Can’t go slangin dick for free cause it come with a big ass price 
With that tax included 
Yo b*tch throw her back into it
He ran up I had to shoot it
Play your music in the bot and it’s f*cling muted 
I don’t act like sh*t I’m not cause I really do it
When hoes come around n*ggas start acting stupid 
Ion hold back lil b*tch I shoot it 
My gang up we starting movements
Im making bag after bag after bag after bag
Why they so mad why they mad why they mad why they mad
It’s cause we go up fast go up fast go up fast go up fast
You won’t catch go out bad go out bad go out bad go out bad
I don’t mean to flex
But I could do your hoe horrendous and move independent and she would still give up the neck
Ian felt love in a minute but f*ck it forget it that sh*t doesnt make me upset 
A b*tch will have 30 bodies then wonder why I wouldn’t cuff like “what u expect?”
Before we go f*ck b*tch get you a test-
Matta fact b*tch you lost me
To the bread you walk so slow
Walk so slow like a undead zombie 
B*tch I start the show walk in and they eyes all on me
Im a humble n*gga sometimes I be acting cocky 
Cannot stop this wave n*gga try and stop me
Go! 
Go!
Hop up in this mazzi baby 
F*ck these hoes they drive me crazy
I hate n*ggas like a white old lady
All my money legal than a b*tch there ain’t no swiping baby
Way she cut these n*ggas off so quick I might just like you baby
I know they wanna take me out and put me on the floor 
I don’t work at no damn dominoes but I stick to the dough
You gon win sometimes and you gon loose but that just how it go
She like “Cam I miss the sober you” and I’m like hit the door
Hit the door x4
Hit the door

Trendsetter [hoodrixh]

curse

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

Active - Skyte

vax - we miss each other and we're at this point in our lives

Handouts (ft. LaNair)

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

Gassed Up!

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