OUT NOW ON ALL PLATS:

https://open.spotify.com/track/0V0cqdWEeLSVbcHgnIbnkL?si=df6e550e6289405a

https://music.apple.com/us/album/cha-cha-shuffle-remix-single/1655196497



Lyrics:
Watch how I slide and move 
He can't do it like me he can't do it like I can do
I put a switch on a glock pussy n*gga cause I like to shoot
I'm a boss Benson b*tch I fired you
Tough on the net you a spider dude 
Slide in ya hoe no cha cha shuffle 
Cha cha shuffle 
Move the the right like cha cha shuffle 
"Isn't it slide?" 
Fukkit cha cha shuffle
Me and your b*tch finna cha cha shuffle
Damn 
Finna get her ass in trouble
I got the stick this is not no scuffle 
Back up n*gga before I burst yo bubble
The cash is all that I think bout hoes in the back of my head like a bedframe
When I slide on your hoe with my slink out fuck her so hard that she leaving with leg pain
Love my shooter that boy got the best aim
And I'm kicking this sh*t like a sensai
She a frog on my dick no pepe
F*ck out my face these hoes a headache
Gang gang
Back then she ain't notice me
She drink the dick up then she go straight to the balls just like boba tea
Nut on her face nut on her back I think some go in her ovaries
Im going up to the top that's the mission f*ck n*gga that's where I'm supposed to be  
B*tch
I'm not the one you should talk to
I got the stick on my hip when I walk through b*tch
Broke out the matrix the box too
She getting wet from the way that we lock our lips
Radiate heat like I'm Natsu twin talking crazy I told him to pop his sh*t
Think that your hoe but that's not your b*tch
F*cking w me boy you not that rich 
I cannot wait for payday
F*ck bout a stick we meele 
I'm in the club with the gang and a whit hoe just hit the nae nae
Slide round town with a AK
Make em all fall down like mayday 
Simion says she do whatever I say say 
I'm in the trap b*itch its my vaycay 
B*tch a hour ain't enough 
Three b*tches on me Power puff my nuts
You a coward n*gga bluff
Sipping that drank I doubled up the cup
Step up to me as a lame pussy n*gga you done ran out of luck
I heard your song and your tape that s*t sucks
Not from Milwaukee I keep it a buck

CHA CHA SHUFFLE

CHECK OUT SKYTE:
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https://music.apple.com/us/artist/skyte/1521974191
https://www.instagram.com/therealskyte/
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJFXu-IFUxpnvXkAHEroIVQ
Lyrics:
Yeah yuh 
Gang 
Ok
I don’t play no shix2
She gon throw a temper tantrum all up on my dick 
Uh uh uh uh uh ok 
I got extendo clips they gon hit 
Yo b*tch a friendly hoe on my dick
I let the semi blow it got kick 
We at yo door f*ck it throw a brick
That b*tch a thot I’m telling from the scent 
Distro check pay a n*gga rent 
All these hoes got a n*gga bent 
I’m in a stall cooling with a pen
Me and yo b*tch Is f*cking is a sin
But she don’t care, so imma f*ck her
Gripping her hair, dick in a rubber 
You need to catch up (ketchup) this ain’t mustard 
Put a pillow on the game leaving em smothered 
I’m a dog n*gga so I’m f*cking yo 
Fucking yo 4x 
These n*ggas miss they shots
I can’t relate I’m to accurate 
I whipped out my coc 
And that hoe started vacuuming 
F*ck bout a Glock
I just bought me a new Mac that make me immaculate 
F*cking his thot 
She thought she could take dick she couldn’t take half of it 
Schooling n*ggas imma godfather 
She suck dick really good cause my dawg taught her 
I leave his block in onslaughter 
Spin back and now I’m sending shots 
Seen yo dad n*gga that’s the wrong father 
Cause pussy n*gga I’m ya pops
Shoot at yo dad kick him to the rocks 
I find his cat stomp in my socks 
Now yo mom at the funeral 
Shedding tears she get popped 
Now I’m searching for his granny 
Tryna find a new drop 
Caught his grandpa at the store 
Make him lead me to the spot 
Put a pistol to his head 
All them n*ggas getting popped 
Damn
Now I’m looking for his sister 
In her sh*t like a blister 
Shooting sh*t on her face no ballista 
She took a pic put it on her insta 
F*ck it I’m killing his ex too
I’m sending shots in her bedroom
F*ck it I’m offing his friends too
Show these n*ggas what the tecc do 
“Skyte, Skyte who are you talking about this is insanit-”
“N*gga stfu play the beat goddamn n*gga”
“Wait I just wanted to know-“
“No n*gga no n*gga play da beat I was in the zone you dickhead”
Now I’m sliding on the landlord woulda slid on his b*tch but I found out that hoe was a damn whore 
Got the gas in my jansport 
She throwing ass Ian paying for it 
hell no
I got a stick on me leave his shirt red now he cosplaying elmo
Chop hit a n*gga elbow 
Shots make them n*ggas get low damn
Bodies scattered on the floor 
I’m picking thots innie monnie moe 
Pick a 3.5 from da droor 
I’m like a beehive I don’t go lil b*tch 
On the phone she like show yo dick
N*ggas hating thinking ion notice it

Play da beat [justxrolo x yukisx]

Skyte - A lot to lose (feat. Tae Retro)

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/2NDOMyaiffZ86IGNR9npXX?si=3f83c2159f464797

@skyteee

released by @lockehearts

lyrics

shawty fake, 
she put on a mask when she see me
yea i’m done u don’t have to believe me
i got hella gas yea they call me a green fiend 
gang got hella cash yea they call us the green team
why she side eying me like a cheat sheet
said she wanna die w me
u don’t need me
that hoe tryna vibe w me
running him down we goin see what he talking bout 
he do the dash when my gang pull the choppa out
i’m off this gas so i can’t even function now
i’m off this gas so i can’t even function
my music play when i walk in the function
step to gang u get turned into nothing
ain’t on a thing i can tell that u bluffing 
that lil boy he ain’t on shit
i think i’ll go spend a band on a fit
u could get hit w these extended clips

I can’t text u I’m enjaded boo
Use the weed in replace of you
You hate niggas and I hate them too 
Been a long road tryna make it thru 
Took my heart and shot it down girl I ain’t bulletproof 
What they say bout me when I’m not around I see how niggas move 
That’s why I’m moving on my own time 
That bih ask why I don’t text her but she know why 
When you talk to me girl do not tell me no lie 
You was my orange soda the whole time

shawty fake, 
she put on a mask when she see me
yea i’m done u don’t have to believe me
i got hella gas yea they call me a green fiend 
gang got hella cash yea they call us the green team
why she side eying me like a cheat sheet
said she wanna die w me
u don’t need me
that hoe tryna vibe w me
running him down we goin see what he talking bout 
he do the dash when my gang pull the choppa out
i’m off this gas so i can’t even function now
i’m off this gas so i can’t even function
my music play when i walk in the function
step to gang u get turned into nothing
ain’t on a thing i can tell that u bluffing 
that lil boy he ain’t on shit
i think i’ll go spend a band on a fit
u could get hit w these extended clips

mask w/ skyte prod hazard

Lyrics: Yo hoe wanna f*ck andele 
I'm finessing and trapping and sh*t imma put in that work I don't care what my momma say 
And I ain't in debt to no n*gga that word to my life ain’t no n*gga I gotta pay 
When I hop on the track Im spitting that crank cause honestly I got a lot to say 
Yuh
My brother in love with his gun I had to tell him put the Glock away 
If a nigga try it then he done no bitch I aint going no not today 
Boy you missing your shots you shoot the sky the neighbors thoguht it was a holiday 
Ion give no fucks bout feelings Im tryna  live I take what I gotta take 
Like my b*tch p*ssy bald the Obama way 
Boy you broke then a b*tch I can’t tolerate 
Bank account going up at a dollar rate 
I might step on his head the Brawhalla way
She a th*t like what would her momma say 
I got guap I stack it up all the way 
She got ego Im making her fall today 
If its beef you can slide imma call away 
Give a f*ck how you feel bout me n*gga that don't make me rich 
She used a fork and ate this d*ck
You just a dork n*gga aint on shit 
Watch me get real high when I face this spliff 
Hold up
Circle yo neighborhood im hitting donuts 
She a squirrel for my balls she go nuts
On the drugs and alcohol like ”so what”
Boujee bih keep tryna act like she know us 
No you dont b*tch come prove it 
Gotta big stick not a prop I use it 
You can hate but you b*tch like to bump my music 
Damn 
Lil bitty bih to stupid 
Tryna plot on a n*gga she clueless
I put my mind on it imma do it 
An im on time like a straight A student 
You gon fail cause you make no movement 
We nowhere near the same sector 
Let the bombs rain like im vector 
Grip her ass cause I like the texture 
She say my nut sweet like nectar  
Keep a gun in my semi bag 
Bro im liking your shoes so gimmie dat 
Mad as sh*t she just bit my tilly wack 
Kick her out that hoe was a silly nat 
I got bands I came up on fifty racks 
Yeah im up
Yo hoe wanna gimmie cat 
in the cut
Hell no ian hitting that 
What the f*ck 
Searching where the milli at?
I lied to her don't  know where Im really at
Way im humping yo b*tch I brought Philly back 
N*ggaas capping dont know where they semi at 
Oh my god 
Ya b*tch on the leash like dog 
And she like the jump like frog 
Juggling a yung n*gga balls 
Ion really want the b*tch at all
On the racks man i stand to tall
Stand to tallx4

How you feel don't make me rich (tayoloxs)

13! + Skyte - granola bar (jayesosaa)

SKYTE - GON

FINALE

Story of my life

Lyrics:
Brand new day new blunt 
Lungs filled up with them runtz 
Can’t even trust my bro starting to feel like guts 
N*ggas treat you based off what you made this month 
I’m right where I wanted to be somehow it ain’t enough 
No They can’t lock me up I’m breaking cuffs 
Pepto bismo ain’t gon work on this pain in my gut 
She said I’m to selfish ion do enough 
Loyalty feel helpless hoes can’t get my trust 
Feel my memory drifting away 
It get harder to live everyday 
I keep making the same mistakes 
The way that I’m living ain’t right I’m tryna change my ways
It don’t make a difference for real cause everyone stayed the same 
They won’t understand the truth so I keep on telling them lies
There’s a problem let’s get to the bottom I’m not with the settling kind 
B*tch I stand on business no Ian letting it slide 
Turn it akame ga kill you try me then everyone die 
Yuh
You heard that sh*t it the back that’s a whole ocarina of time 
I told em our me the red and this ain’t no bottle of wine 
Looking for something that’s genuine it’s getting harder to find
It go the same way Every Time 
They use me till they done and then they just throw me aside 
That why when they ask me how I feel I tell em I’m doing just fine 
Never tell them the reason you crying 
Cause that reason gon turn to a weapon and it’s finna hurt when that b*tch In Yo spine
People do anything for progression they ain’t really worried bout skipping the line 
Yuh yuh okay
Ian confess in a while 
Mane  this Depression get Foul 
So I got strong  gas when I smoke it it gives me a breath of the wild 
I got spirits in me it’s time to start letting them out 
They like “boy turn off that phone that’s what you been stressing about” 
I get geeked and throw these meds in my mouth 
It’s a regular show in a regular house 
Been feeling like dropping the ball, sitting back and just letting it bounce