SnappKatt  I Dont Know

fflex & yak - drop dat bag

lyrics:

Smoking on dope bitch I’m getting too high
Sending your dumb ass straight to Allah
Gen 5 bitch you ain’t getting far
He try to play then I’m upping fye
Big racks on him turn him to some loud
Choppa hit em twice echo round sound
Verse come with a price, ain’t playing round
Gotta be someone dumb tryna steal the sound bitch

Green on my body I feel like the grinch bitch
12 PM she tryna eat me up picnic 
B-B-Brand new watch pussy watch how I wrist flick
Freak bitch she like “daddy send a dick pic”
N-N-New hoe she like we should watch some netflix
She love my swag, walk in and she take pics
Said I broke her heart that’s something that I cant fix
Huh too bad move on to the next bitch

Smoking some dank lemme roll up the next hit
Gotta go slower she told me it cant fit
I-I-I fucked her friend off a shroom I was stressing
Can’t let these fuck niggas play with my blessings
F-F-Freak bitch she hit my phone now we sexting
B-B-Bitch big Glock, it got a drum who you testing
Owe me some money lil bitch why you flexing
Running up points like I’m taking a lesson

My niggas really tryna slide
You tryna talk down bitch you gon die
2 AM bitch and I’m really outside
It’s a brand new hoe everyday I’m gon die
Get a bitch gone just like magic tada
Play with ya mama go get off my line
I’m off this dank bitch I’m so high
Yeah she a stank bitch she can die

It’s hella bitch niggas on my line
It’s hella snake niggas in yo lawn
Two bad hoes tryna learn the rhymes
Rap God bitch, feel like Busta Rhymes
Cracker bitch want me hit a line
Discord hoe thinking that she mines
A-All of these X’s fucking with my mind
If they place one O, imma end up dying
T-T-Two bad hoes tryna learn the rhymes
Rap God bitch, feel like Busta Rhymes
Cracker bitch want me hit a line
Discord hoe thinking that she mines
All of these X’s fucking with my mind
If they place one O, imma end up dying
Big six figures if I’m tryna sign
She know I’m a goat she gon end up ridin

I just be talking I don’t ever write
Put that shit on I love getting fly
I just be talking I don’t ever write
Put that shit on I love getting
I-I-I just be talking I don’t ever write
Put that shit on I love getting fly
I-I just be talking I don’t ever write
P-P-Put that shit on I love getting fl-fl-fl

Discord hoe! (xpreeseason, ppekkaaa)

Skeet Blak Brings The Fans/Supporters Another Track From Pakistan AKA Perrine. He Taps Boog, Trigga, And John Black To Give You "Act Like You Know". A Single For The Streets. 

Act Like You Know - Skeet Blak X  Boog  X Trigga X John Black

8cho- Bout Dat

For Da Cause

Get Cha Life 2getha

My little niggas baggin and they aint thinking bout it...

Think About it (Golden Animal) NEW

Jungle Baby - Tryin to stack a Hunnit

On Me Ft. Bobby Fishscale

Dats Whats Goin

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His experience and pain has become a flame giving him the fire needed to continue to become one of the best from Miami the world has ever seen. Much like his predecessors Trick Daddy and Rick Ross, Skeet is a verbal sous chef delivering up a palette of rhymes on a platter any listener (from the streets or not) can enjoy.
With songs like My Pain, Murda featuring Mike Smiff and Jumanji featuring Ice Berg on the Prince of Miami mixtape, Skeet shows he is ready go to the next level of the rap game.
“I’m proud of the buzz I’ve gained in such a little time,’ said Skeet. “I’ve been out for about 7-8 months and my mixtape has been going crazy! “

Self-proclaimed as the Prince of Miami, Skeet has learned from the best in the game. Inspired by the cockiness and character of multi-platinum artist Lil Wayne and being compared to the verbally energetic Meek Mill; Skeet weaves together street anthems and party hooks with seamless effort. 
“I want to be remembered as a legend, an artist in my own league. Everything you get from me is raw. Either I did it or it happened, “said Skeet.
Skeet stands bolding behind his words that hold weight to the newcomer in the rap industry. His words to his competition are summed up best in his song Murda.
“You think that he betta / whatever, whatever, whatever.”