produced by weloveyouty
bands bands alot alot

look at my bands i got alot
my gang pull up to your spot 
and im cooling wit my blick bitch i ride round with that rod
selling that yola out the lot
bitch i love this guap 
and i came up off that scamming bitch you know we doing fraud
came with that cutter it slice like butter
i could fuck on that boy mother then fuck her daughter
i been running from the police they never caught up
i been cheating on my bitch i ain't getting caught up

my niggas sell that re rock they posted at atlantic 
your career fall like a plane that shit had a crash landing 
i'm cooling with the gang lil bitch we in atlanta
sippin on wock with the fanta
fuck her then leave i don't got no manners
fuck on that hoe she want my banana
ain't no hoe on my lap i ain't santa
fuck on your grandma i fuck on your nana
they wanna know how im 17 and got all these racks lil nigga i ran em
watch how you talk on the net 
this real life nigga ain't cord you cant ban em
you can't ban shit
my neck outlandish
all y'all niggas goofy y'all got silly antics
bitch i got that bread and that lettuce make a sandwich
and my choppa got that switch on it it's causing damage
damn bitch, you ain't even made me nut so how u famished
been caught lacking in the cut he need a bandage
she said she can't take this dick it's too outstanding

Offical MV

alot ft. skyte

DO YOU WANNA GO TO HEAVEN? {MBRK}

@kaisani - Love Instead
Produced by @tayoloxs

Released by @lockehearts

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www.instagram.com/kaisanii/

Links to song
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/1Kn1NDVyD3ZMC5W1TTzyCQ?si=7bd7603c7c47434f
Apple Music:
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/kaisani/love-instead
YouTube: 

lyrics
I fill my cup with red
Shawty i just want love instead
Told me that "she love me", bitch i'm dead
Ever since she loved me i feel dead
Bitch i got this choppy take off heads
Nigga try to stop me he get spread
How you finna hit me now, you think i'd forget?
She keep tryna get me out, get me out my head
Get me out my bed

I can't fix all your tears get tissue
Pop x she concerned i don't see issues
Open my texts, all i see miss you's
Shoot out my brain i need .62s
Seeing how it went down do you feel regret
Do you want me close now? Or do you want me dead?
He said he gone kill me, okay shoot my neck
Okay my life fantasy, things i must confess
Okay my bitch bad as hell, she thick in that dress
In that mozzy fast as hell, i can't feel my legs
I'm off x can't see nun, only see my demons
My ex bitch keep coming back like hoe lets have a threesome
He said he don't got no opps, okay i'll make you be one
Shoot my roster filling up, i might have to leave one
Gave that bitch my heart, fuck i need me a refund
Damn i roll this ganja, put that on my momma

Everyday i fill my cup with red
Shawty i just want love instead
Told me that "she love me", bitch i'm dead
Ever since she loved me i feel dead
Bitch i got this choppy take off heads
Nigga try to stop me he get spread
How you finna hit me now, you think i'd forget?
She keep tryna get me out, get me out my head
Get me out my bed

Love Instead

Spotify

Skyte - Words Wrong

SKYTE - GON

Prod. Otismadeit 

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

Drugs Talking Crazy

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

Damn I Knew It

In Need

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

#brandnewday + otismadeit

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