ITS MY SZN
Lyrics:
Pockets full of presidents 
B*tch I move to elegant 
extendo on my clip it got a trunk just like a elephant 
B*tch I'm in the trap all day Im working and you never went 
Lay my vocals down on the track she like you heaven sent
Dirty hoe she got me sick 
yuh
I spilt lean on my kicks 
yuh
She wanna pic of my dick 
yuh 
She a lil freak ahh bih 
uh 
N*gga imma sneak in quick 
Cant kill me imma eat that shit 
Bitch try me imma leak her tits 
Wanna meet me? Boy you finna meet this stick 
Wanna beat me? Boy you finna beat not shit
On my meat meat shawty tryna eat my dick 
Wanna free feat n*gga done lost his mind 
Send me the bread and the maybe Ill spit
Im not no skeleton boning this b*tch 
B*thc I'm a veteran been in it since
Dont remebr just know I was a jhit 
He talk wrong he get laid in a pit 
B*tch Im the top dawg Andrew Tate in this b*tch 
She say my coc long she keep shaking and sh*t
Sure I make pop songs but I making it rich 
Leave her alone and Im taking yo b*tch 
Twelve asking questions Im pleading the fith
Flexing yo chain boy you look like a lick 
Try me end up in a spliff 
She want the meat its to hard to resit 
Go in, get top, then imma dip
Blowin, headshot, right in yo sh*t
damn 
Twelve coming gotta dip 
Tisa Korean pull up and I dip
I got the quac b*tch I take a dip 
Im drowning in sauce tryna take a dip
She jack me off busted on her lip
damn
Now she tryna get a kiss 
ew
Accurate I will not miss
ew
Making money while I piss 
ew
Give a f*ck about a diss 
ew 
Show me what you really meant 
Cant f*ck yo hoe her pussy got a stench 
How you send shots you sitting on the bench 
She play with my nuts something like a wrench 
She tryna cuff it don't make no sense 
Im shooting sh*t up looking through the lens 
Your new sh*t suck throw it in a bin 
I cannot lose all I do is win 
With you she good with me she sin
Not hitting shots you cant even hit the rim 
Skinny n*gga need to go hit the gym 
No question bout it n*ggas know that I'm him 
On adventures with my dog phinn

ong ong ong

Dip freestyle [taiketsu x ayowitty]

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:
Yeah I’m moving alone I don’t need a crew 
Ion wanna hear bout sh*t put everyone on mute Headphones on b*tch I’m in that boof
When I lock in b*tch it’s a one man army fuck about them troops 
(Yessir)
Oh the cops on the way I’m skrting in that coupe 
(Yessir) 
Oh the hoes tryna play? I pass em alley oop 
(Yessir) 
Pulled up in all black, oh guess what? Guess who? 
(Yessir)
Just cause I’m flirting don’t mean I want you 
(Yessir) 
B*tch I’m on pimp shit hit my groove 
(Yessir) 
I got motion I don’t ask what’s the move 
(Yessir)
Before you test me n*gga life or death better choose 
(Yessir)
Keep that glocky right up on my desk but it don’t snooze b*tch 
Goddamn 
Mane who got a perc in this b*tch I’m tryna get high 
I be putting in work in this sh*t but no nine to five 
Mane that hoe finna twerk on the dick when I get inside 
So I already know what she meant when she asked for a ride 
One two 
Hit a n*gga with a one two 
Three opps get shot when they come through 
Four holes in the head what a gun do 
Five sticks in this band what the drum do?
Six seven jays let the gas out the sunroof 
Eight hoes that a nigga wan run through 
Nine shots leave a lil n*gga lunch food 
Ten shots from the back her buns blue
Yeah my mac eleven never miss
And twelve be steady on dick 
I’m with thirteen masked up in this b*tch
U in yo bag just doesn't exist 
I want the cash but u get the jist 
Yeah 
Made what you made in two weeks (fourteen days) don’t mean to brag I’m really the sh*t
(Yessir)
I know n*ggas mad I was fifteen taking they b*tch 
I look in the mag sixteen left in the clip 
I’m blowing it fast seventeen racks I done spent 
I’m doing em bad
I’m doing em bad 
I’m doing em bad
He got eighteen he bought a zip 
2019 I wasn’t seeing no sense 
2020 vision searching for the dividends 
I’m the club no I’m not 21 but they still let me in
Yeah I’m moving alone I don’t need a crew 
Ion wanna hear bout sh*t put everyone on mute Headphones on b*tch I’m in that boof
When I lock in b*tch it’s a one man army fuck about them troops 
(Yessir)
Oh the cops on the way I’m skrting in that coupe 
(Yessir) 
Oh the hoes tryna play? I pass em alley oop 
(Yessir) 
Pulled up in all black, oh guess what? Guess who? 
(Yessir)
Just cause I’m flirting don’t mean I want you 
(Yessir) 
B*tch I’m on pimp shit hit my groove 
(Yessir) 
I got motion I don’t ask what’s the move 
(Yessir)
Before you test me n*gga life or death better choose 
(Yessir)
Keep that glocky right up on my desk but it don’t snooze b*tch

Whatever I Want 2

Skyte - Meet This Stick [@DJGREN8DE EXCLUSIVE]

SKYTE - GON

Skyte - New Motion

Lyrics:
This n*gga acting like-
Acting like he wanna do sh*t boy wassup 
My n*ggas is ruthless as the f*ck
We finna shoot sh*t betta duck
Pop out with a new b*tch every month 
Im shooting like cupid turn em runtz 
This hoe stupid 
Tryna cuff me but i had the blueprint 
Back then they said i was a nuisance
But i get it boy im on some new sh*t
Yeah im on some new sh*t
Why they mad at me?
N*ggas bankrupt 
Got the bag on me 
She get face f*cked 
Watch her gag on me
Slide though take stuff 
What you have for me?
Smoking on a stank blunt 
Got that gas on me 
Stop that dissing end up like yo last homie 
I cant trust n*ggas everyone mad phony 
(on god)
I cant grant yo wish b*tch my name aint timothy  
Bro slide down with sticks with clips bout the size of a limousine 
Yuh
I get in that mix i turn to a whole other entity 
N*ggas p*ssy they cannot get a rid of me
We on timing aint showing no sympathy 
A B C D E F lil B*tch i be a G 
I cant do your song unless you send a fee
Running in yo sh*t bitch i want everything 
Ian hearing sh*t f*ck what u telling me 
Shout out davyn we slide and put the AR and K to his head like a spelling b 
You get stuck in yo sh*t just like Bellamy
You did what? Better watch what you telling me 
Damn 
Yuh 
Why these n*ggas act out i dont know
Left that b*tch she dont know how to cope 
Im so rich a zebra on my coat 
God damn
They like “you fye” b*tch i already know  
My opps foo they drop quicker then soap
He confused he got no where to go
Ian on shrooms but yeah I be tweaking a lot 
Cant play a player I see when you plot 
This h*e buggin she easy to block 
Ion date ian feeding you thots
B*tch im up cause i think out the box
She tryna f*ck i be hitting her spots 
Want the blue bills with some green on the top 
You betta hide its late night hear the knock 
Yuh gang
Its my time I ant feeling the clock 
L-o-c-k-e got it on lock 
Uhuh
Is it bad if you never get caught?
Natted up I keep thumbing through knots 
They aint finna do sh*t when we pop 
Acting like he wanna do sh*t boy wassup 
My n*ggas is ruthless as the f*ck
We finna shoot sh*t betta duck
Pop out with a new b*tch every month 
Im shooting like cupid turn em runtz 
This hoe stupid 
Tryna cuff me but i had the blueprint 
Back then they said i was a nuisance
But i get it boy im on some new sh*t
Yeah im on some new sh*t
Why they mad at me?
N*ggas bankrupt 
Got the bag on me 
She get face f*cked 
Watch her gag on me
Slide though take stuff 
What you have for me?
Smoking on a stank blunt 
Got that gas on me 
Stop that dissing end up like you last homie 
I cant trust n*ggas everyone mad phony

Liquid Metal + killmozzy

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

DO THE MATH

SKYTE