Demon Timing

New spleh

new age pt. 2

GIMMIE HEAD

School k pt 2 w che (onevictim)

PROD ME

LYRICS:

SKOT BUSY HAD TO, FIGURE IT OUT I
KEEP WISHING SOMEONE TRY WHAT I'M ABOUT
EVERYBODY SUCK DICK FOR THE CLOUT
GOT MY MONEY AND MY BITCH,
WHAT THE FUCK I WANT NOW

I WANT SHELLS WANT 'EM LITTERING THE BED
WANNA WAKE UP WITH A BODY IN MY LIVING ROOM AGAIN I REMIND YOU,
PUT IT ON MY SOUL WE NOT FRIENDS
WHEN I FIND YOU

AS IF I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT ANYWAY
EVEN WHEN YOU DEAD, THEY COLLECT
I WAS NEVER DEPRESSED,
IT'S MY FAULT
I WAS NEVER IMPRESSED,
YOU GOT CAUGHT, MOTHERFUCKER

BEAT SOMEBODY HEAD IN LIKE YOU BORN FOR THE SHIT
SHOT HIM WHERE HE PISS AT HE WAS EATING WITH HIS BITCH
SHOUTS OUT WHERE I BEEN AT IF I TOUCH IT THEN IT'S IT
STILL AIN'T GET THE MEMO IMA KICK HIM IN HIS SHIT

WOAH,
YOU DON'T KNOW 'BOUT WHAT YOU ASKING,
WATCH IT
WOAH,
AIN'T NOBODY WORRIED 'BOUT YOU BITCH BOY STOP IT
WOAH,
SOMEBODY NEED TO GET FUCKED UP BITCH DUCK WITH IT
WOAH,
AIN'T NOBODY WORRIED 'BOUT YOU BITCH BOY STOP IT

DON'T ASK ME TO FUCKING RESPECT WHAT THIS ABOUT
IF I WANTED TO I TURN THAT SHIT AROUND AND KILL MYSELF
I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THE BULLSHIT
MADE A COUPLE BEATS AND THEN YOU LOOK FOR SOMETHING OUT OF ME I'M 'BOUTTA BE THE WORST MOTHERFUCKER IN THE SCENE
STUDY EVERYTHING ABOUT THE SHIT YOU WANNA SEE
JUST SO I CAN PISS ON ANY PLANS THAT I HAD
IF THEY EVER CROSS PATHS, FUCK YOU, TOO BAD

MIKE TYSON

PROD. ME

LYRICS:

I, ONLY MAKE SOMETHING DIE QUICKER
COULDN'T FUCK WITH ME 'CAUSE MY BLOOD THICKER
FUCK, EVERYBODY I'M FUCKING BITTER
I'M NOT FINISHED BITCH I'M A FUCKING SINNER

GO TELL THEM FUCKING PEOPLE GIVE IT UP
YOU COULDN'T KILL ME IF YOU HIT ME WITH A FUCKING TRUCK
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE AND I FORGOT TO FUCKING JUMP
SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK I PROMISE YOU I'M GETTING UP

I MAKE MY FUCKING PROFIT OFF OF TELLING YOU YOU SUCK BITCH
I JUST KEEP WINNING OFF THE ALCOHOL AND LUCK BITCH
ALL YOU FUCKING EVER WANNA HEAR ME TALK 'BOUT DUMB SHIT
TRUST ME 'BOUT THIS SHIT SAID IF I CATCH YOU FUCKING RUN BITCH
X2

FUCK, WHAT YOU HEARD 'BOUT ME
BET I COULD CATCH A BULLET WITH MY FUCKING FRONT TEETH
AND Y'ALL DON'T KNOW SHIT, TELL 'EM LIVING NOT FREE
AND NOBODY I GOT, GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME

BACK TO PUTTING PEOPLE IN THE FUCKING GROUND
PUSH HIS FUCKING HEAD UNTIL HE FUCKING DROWN
CAN'T FUCK WITH ME GO FUCK 'ROUND WITH SOMEBODY ELSE
SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK AND FUCKING GO TO HELL

I MAKE MY FUCKING PROFIT OFF OF TELLING YOU YOU SUCK BITCH
I JUST KEEP WINNING OFF THE ALCOHOL AND LUCK BITCH
ALL YOU FUCKING EVER WANNA HEAR ME TALK 'BOUT DUMB SHIT
TRUST ME 'BOUT THIS SHIT SAID IF I CATCH YOU FUCKING RUN BITCH
X2

MUSIC VIDEO

I CAN CATCH A BULLET WITH MY FRONT TEETH

TOO BAD [PROD. NOVAFLED]

GEEK TO THE G (feat. JayDot Geek)

No Auto (feat. Dee Billz)

Tell Shyanne 2 (feat. Jace!) (Prod. Cior x Lodoni x Apollo)

me & meezy like Rob & Big🤜🏾🤛🏾

Back From da Cut - K Solo x Meezy SG

Youtube: https://youtu.be/ZdeRZQk0Y_0?si=7oOvCkiBZh107iLR
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1Ns95vooI1gESBvt8cEt9U?si=pM8yfbn2RpK-rRpOrGG92w
Apple Music : https://music.apple.com/us/artist/skyte/1521974191
Lyrics:
I am teaching my songs cause these n*ggas cant rap
Boy I'm taxing ode like the Stamp Act
That b*tch shaking her butt caught a hand slap
Off the wall boy im bringing the vans back 
She get wet at wherever my hand at 
Took his b*tch i know he cant stand that 
Now he worried bout his hoe get yo manz back 
You a p*ssy with no pole understand that 
If i catch you on the low imma blam that...
Or u get socked on sight 
I get paid to talk on mics 
This chop got teeth This dawg gon bite 
Beat up her cheeks i clogged her pipe
And i let my demons get brought to life 
This shit on my hip no its not a knife 
I'll get what u get n*gga drop a price
Im burning cold I'm hot on ice
That b*tch that you with no its not yo wife 
Damn its not?
I classify her as my thot tonight 
Choppa go blam pop 
Boy you don't want it with us we on hots alright
N*gga kept acting stupid then he lost a life 
I rock the show and then i drop the mic 
These n*ggas 2 weird 
Cartier 2 clear 
No n*gga I do fear 
Blues near 
Got yo b*tch so wet made the hoe go ouu dear 
Uh yeah she said she a drinker then passed out off two beers
"how df that work"
Ion even know but imma still f*ck her friend tho
Imma stretch my bread like a limousine
Wanna talk then hit my venmo 
And the hating shi don't get to me 
imma boss boy no pretendo
You can get smashed bro no Nintendo 
(wait pause hold on hold on)
You can get smashed on like Nintendo
(Wait dat sounded worse wtf)
You can get bea-
You can get-

NO COMP

LYRICS:

I JUST WALKED INSIDE THE PARTY FEEL LIKE YARRI GOT MY GUN ON ME
HALF OF Y'ALL GON' DIE THE OTHER HALF OF Y'ALL STILL FUCK WITH ME
TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW ALREADY
BITCH QUIT DUCKING ME
I WAS BTD SO I DON'T GIVE A FUCK 'BOUT NOTHING

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL

I'M PUTTIN' HOLES INSIDE Y'ALL CRV THEN WHIPPIN' THAT BITCH BACK INSIDE THE SHOP AND GET IT FIXED FOR ME
NEXT TIME Y'ALL PUT Y'ALL FUCKING EYES ON ME
THEM WINDOWS TINTED BULLETPROOF THE BODY FAGGOT FUCK WITH ME
I DON'T KNOW NOBODY NAME
BITCH PICK A LANE
AND KEEP Y'ALL FUCKING FOOT OFF MINE NOBODY GOTTA DIE TODAY
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FOR A CONVERSATION
Y'ALL DUMB AS FUCK Y'ALL KNOW Y'ALL CAN'T REPLACE ME
I BURNT THAT BITCH UP IT'S A CELEBRATION
MAKE SURE HIS MAMA CAN'T GO SEE HIS FACE
PUT YOU TO SLEEP IT'S NO MORE NOTHING BITCH

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL
X2

(I DON'T HAVE CXRPSE'S LYRICS FIGURE IT OUT)

NICOTINE W/ CXRPSE [PROD. FONY WALLACE & OLLIEYEAHH]

Lyrics:

Get the f*ck out my face 
Before I tweak out and air out the place 
No protection like f*ck bout a case
Tried to slide but n*gga u late 
On the grind aint taking no break 
Get behind then finish on her face 
We going bananas yeah my n*ggas ape 
Kill em throw his body in a lake 
In the streets this sh*t get tougher then some steak 
Hell nah im not gon take her on no date 
But she want eat Alfredo on a plate 
Really I do not wanna be her mate 
Just like a baker fondling the cake 
Im not from Canada but if you slide on me then on my momma ill up it with the Drake b*tch
I took a flight to LA b*tch 
Im in the stu making crank b*tch 
All of these hoes really aint sh*t 
Fly with the bag like Saint Nick 
These n*ggas tryna to put me up in a box but I cant be encased b*tch 
Ironic I came from the basement 
I shoot the tecc where yo face went 
Been surpased the opposition 
When Im talking shut up listen 
N*ggas downbad in position 
Money come in repetition 
Word around the street that thats yo b*tch so why the f*ck we clicking?
Trigger finger, finger itching 
Run the play my n*ggas blitzin
B*tch make yo decision x8
The red or the blue pill?
I walk out the bank with like two kills 
Really I keep this sh*t to real 
He a goofy I send him to Whoville 
Riddle that n*gga with bullets Im suprised as f*ck that that n*gga can move still
I like the nature and shi but i dont wan the green girl I want me the blue bills 
In the stu I make that magic happen 
Twin teccs b*tch these gadgets clappin  
Me and gang we made it happen 
Heard yo song boy quit with rappin
Slime as hell I need a napkin 
On yo block I keep adapting 
F*ck yo plate I dont want rations
Yes Im Skyte b*tch quit the acting

Slayr

B*tch u gotta decide right now, 
B*tch im not tryna vibe right now
If we f*cking then im finna slide right now
Standing on business i will never hide right now
I'm always winning look into my eyes right now
High as a b*tch i look into the sky right now
Im high right now okay im high right now
Thick ass b*tch yea thats my type, stepping on sh*t oh yea that's right
Too many groupies with slayr and skyte, I'm hot as a b*tch i'm like fahren to heit
Oh you think im tryna go wit ya, I'm a professional flow switcher
These n*ggas know imma go getter, these n*ggas snitching like stuart little
Slayr pop out and he bad to the bone, can't slide if there’s not ass being thrown
In her backside feel like i'm touching her bones, I'm a bad guy but i know when to go home
I'm on bad time b*tch im on BT, N*gga talk shit but he wont see me
Im a tax god i do not give freebies
I cannot wait to send him up
That b*tch kneehigh look how she suck me up
Like a beehive my choppa stung em up
Gotta realize when you not hungry enough
So just be quiet imma be back real soon
I can tell you n*ggas not in tune
Im not a doctor but u finna meet your doom
that n*gga’s p*ssy wtf is he gon do aye
Bitch make yo- wait hol on, Bitch make your decision yuh
Bitch make your decision aye, Bitch make your decision i'm like
Bitch make your decision wait, Bitch make your decision i'm like

BMYD FT.SLAYR [YUKISX x WYDMICHI]

SKYTE