Skyte - Nothing To Me [ayowitty]

Prod. Ayowitty x hazard

Lyrics:
She want me to chase her 
I got to much on my mind so girl I’ll see you later 
Even thought you hella fine you still behind the paper 
What can I say? 
Ima a money chaser 

[slayer]
What can I say I’m a money chaser x4

[skyte]
I’m so sick of you 
If I keep going up then I might f*ck round hit the roof 
These n*ggas gossiping that’s what them b*tches do
I can’t trust a soul I’m way too cynical 
Scorpion finish you 
Gotta watch what you do or get into 
Keep it subliminal 
Get back in my life when you did wrong considered a miracle 
I’m doing big sh*t and you moving minimal 
I can tell yo man a L cause you looking miserable 

[slayer]
Im sending shots out but these not clinical
So many racks but this is still the minimal amount
Tryna say im broke like nga you peep the visual amount
That b*tch is fine im unzipping her gown
What does the hunnid stand for its the rounds
And the money
Ngas was laughing at me tryna rap like what about  now is it funny
Ngas said i wasnt gonna make racks like look at you now you dummy
Dat b*tch come over buss it down for
Walking outside its freezing cold even though outside its sunny


[back and forth]
I can’t trust em even when they say they got me
Any n*gga that try to step get folded origami
She asked if I ll leave her I’m like I don’t know but prolly 
But b*tch you can hit the door I’m not the type to say sorry
I don’t know why all these other n*ggas copy 
Take the weight up off my shoulders like I’m rock lee
She wanna ride on me all night like Kawasaki 
Dat bih really sucking my soul out
What am sipping? A slight 4 ounce 
B*tch I conquered it no you can’t match my Haki 
Dat bih wanna take all of my money call her Nami 
There’s a lot it we getting all this broccoli
Stepping on necks a hobby 
She eat on my dick like takis 
I’m tryna get away 
yeah I’ve been living great  
I’m doing 185 on the interstate 
She wanna come to crib this no dinner date 
 I spent all my racks I’ll make it again today 
That nigga tryna talk sh*t you know he get sent away 
All of the shit you wearing is trash throw that in a bin today 
This sh*t got me raging out I’m bouta eviserate 
Nobody listen to the shit you make yuh 
Nobody listens to the shit you make 
What can I say ? Imma money chaser x4

Money Chaser w/ Slayr

ITS MY SZN
Prod taikestu x ayowitty 
Lyrics:
I dont got no love for hoes 
Dont owe nothing to no one I did this on my own 
Shawty buggin tryna go all through my phone 
And no girl I ain't cuffing I did this all alone
Getting way to old for the nonsense 
Stuck up
Tryna find the root of my problems 
They don't like what I say they don't like it when Im honest 
I cant trust you, you cant even hold a promise woahh

Chorus:
You cant hold sh*t
Call my ex told her suck a whole d*ck
How I made it so rich 
Around me everything better 
This hoe keeps writing me paragraphs 
Im finna respond with a letter
Talk down on me I dare yo ass put you in a heated endeavor 
These hoes be getting me really mad but I'm finna keep it together 
Keep it together x4

Slyr
I keep it together 
To many hoes that call my line they send me letters 
Get so high up in the sky without any feathers
B*tch you only call my line to get my cheddar 
Walk outside with a chain on my neck I'm finna change the weather 
And how you gon say that boy pressed me when you know he ain't do that ever?
Them hoes be chatting them b*tches be lying they think they can do that forever 
All of the hoes I've been with lied to me cant see no difference I need to get it together 
I just wanted to make her proud of me 
When we f*cking is it safe? We on the balcony 
Oh that b*tch she wan go on a date 
Then she follow me right to my place 
Thats how it goes 
Thats how it goes today 
Im tryna go
Im tryna run away 
I just be spending these dollars all days 
So many b*tches that f*cking with me getting hard to remember the name 
Im making bread all on my own Im giving my self a raise 

Chorus:
You cant hold sh*t
Call my ex told her suck a whole d*ck
How I made it so rich 
Around me everything better 
This hoe keeps writing me paragraphs 
Im finna respond with a letter
Talk down on me I dare yo ass put you in a heated endeavor 
These hoes be getting me really mad but I'm finna keep it together 
Keep it together x4

Keep it together Feat. Slayr

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 - FINALE

skyte -  Random [awakns]

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Youtube:
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life's not fair + otismadeit

Bagpipe otismadeit

@kaisani - Solitude
Produced by @cheezywhero
Released by @lockehearts

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Lyrics

but can i see you for one last time
these drugs i abuse im fine
xans percs drop pour some lines

yea girl im tired of you
all these drugs that i take put me in solitude 
i take a look at yo new mans girl he a solid dude
but if i hit u up rn then you gone follow through

i took a couple of xannies baby i swallowed 2
i know you like girl when i get ontop of you
no you ain’t nothing special baby it’s a lot of you
don’t tell me you think you special you get some handouts
i know you only want me back cuz i got bands now
she finna ride on it girl i pull my pants down
yea fucked up one last time tell me what’s the plan now

i know you stuck on your ex ho
you in his inbox sending kisses and xos 
i feel in love with you cuz u give the best throat
but you too friendly i might move to the next ho 
and i wanna talk on the phone no text tho
need to give that shit up baby just let go
the gas it’s hitting my lungs like i got some strep throat

but can i see you for one last time
these drugs i abuse im fine
xans percs drop pour some lines

yea girl im tired of you
all these drugs that i take put me in solitude 
i take a look at yo new mans girl he a solid dude
but if i hit u up rn then you gone follow through

Solitude

say my name

Produced by 20mop
Lyrics & Vocals by Reign
Mixed & Mastered by Reign

connect with reign : solo.to/imreigning

Lyrics :

look me in my eyes wit tears in yo face 
you cant take back what you said to me
I know its late but you cant een hate that
bad bitch up on my phone, she sayin that I ate that
damn, gas pack punch me in my core it feel like I got a eight pack
oh I heard you got drip from the store, boy I cant wait to take that 
yea niggas call me reign
twin slammin shi like roman reigns
im in the trap, nigga servin that bass
im in the trap, nigga servin that eight
niggas in the trap, servin chicken just like raising canes
old nigga tryna hustle, tell that nigga raise his cane
im on a jet, yea takeoff
niggas goin fed, yea and they are
time goin past, still in they hearts
carrying niggas, carrying hard
they say im on top
hop on beat nigga, 20mop
I got drugs, he aint got chop
bro got pans, he aint got props
my bro shoot, he aim on lock
bro get the boot, he aint got crocs
bro say he cool, he aint on hots

look me in my eyes wit tears in yo face 
you cant take back what you said to me
I know its late but you cant een hate that
bad bitch up on my phone, she sayin that I ate that
damn, gas pack punch me in my core it feel like I got a eight pack
oh I heard you got drip from the store, boy I cant wait to take that 
yea niggas call me reign
twin slammin shi like roman reigns
im in the trap, nigga servin that bass
im in the trap, nigga servin that eight
niggas in the trap, servin chicken just like raising canes
old nigga tryna hustle, tell that nigga raise his cane

life's not fair + otismadeit

SKYTE