@kaisani x @skyteee - im ready w/ @884phxbia
YOUTUBE LINK
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZQW0sTizoU

KAISANI x SKYTE - IM READY w/ 884PHXBIA

@kakkorot x @skyteee - lick!
prod by @kakkorot x @taiketsu
YOUTUBE LINK
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFEcUGtQVCw

KAISANI x SKYTE - LICK! [PROD. TAIKETSU対決]

B.A.N.W.A.V PROD. ROLLIE

@skyteee x @kaisani - YUNG MAN!

Produced by @wydsonni + @taiketsu + @kaisani

Released by Cruel Society

Follow Kaisani & Skyte Here !
www.instagram.com/kaisanii/
www.instagram.com/therealskyte/

Links to song
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5MlmQ3EbgMToL04mxHBiYH?si=5fe637cf30e64952
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/mx/album/yung-man/1616511707?i=1616511709&l=en
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/kaisani/yungman-128bpm

Spotify

KAISANI x SKYTE - YUNG MAN!

Lyrics:
I know my ex hella mad she know I'm the man it'll take her some time to admit
I done ran up on a bag I know niggas mad I got the shit jumping like crickets 
Hold up
She say my name when I'm in it
She want that Skyte dick go cop a ticket 
Thick ass booty man it look like a biscuit 
I'm tryna cheat on my bitch imma risk it
Only thing that touch her lips is my dick tip
Bitch imma blow in this shit I'm relentless
Bitch I'm like no other 
My brother said fuck a gun he got cutter
We ain't finna speak on that its undercover
I walk in the bank on me I feel like gunna
My choppa just spazz and clap it sound thunder
That bitch finna hit yo momma and your brother 
I slide on these beats better than some butter
My flow just keeps heating up like "Is it summer?"
Brought it from the bottom nigga yeah the gutta 
I run up on him like boy give me them racks
You can call all of the niggas you know in the world but I swear you ain't getting it back
Don't understand how a nigga can chase down a bitch you need to go chase down a sack
Soon as I download the beat and put it in fl you know that that shit is a wrap 
We catching bodies and smoking they pack
This bitch caught me cheating I'm still finna cap
I put it on god I'm still finna cap on that hoe
From the back I be smacking that hoe
Niggas keep playing this gat finna blow
This nigga pussy he cap bout a pole
Solluminati im snatching his soul
That's right lil n*gga imma snatch that 
Got two big stick in my backpack
You a lame n*gga trapping on snapchat 
O my god
O my god
O my god
O my god
How you still broke need to go get a job
Rod stay on me like the wizard of ozz
I done came up and I look like a boss
She want my dick but it come with a cost
Yeah u better pay up
When it turn night I stay up
I end the night with my nut on her makeup
Booty so thick thought this hoe from Jamaica 
Roll up a wood while I count up my paper 
Fuck bout a cape I would never go save her
Bitch Im Mqueen and your n*gga is Mater
I do not know you don't ask for no favor 
U catch this fade ian taking no taper
I'll have you running for Myles no maker
Go hide ya bitch I'm still finna take her

#ADMITIT [@therealskyte]

@killdavyn x @skyteee - THRAX
Produced by Rafiki and ily7ven
Mixed by @killdavyn + @skyteee

THRAX

BOX MY CHOPPA W/ SKYTE [Benji Ostentation]

#MANZ4 [W4DDLES]

#DODATSHI [CXEJAAY]

Gang 
Gang
Ew
B*tch Ian the same one from back in seventh grade 
To all the n*ggas on my dick b*tch I’m getting paid 
Way I shoot and steal put me in the NBA
Walked inside the trap with 20 left that b*tch with 20k
N*ggas tryna dap me think we friends they just in the way
B*tch I’m tryna stack up all these M’s flex it in yo face
How I used to be a L now I know how winning taste 
I’m like a kid at a birthday I just want some cake 
I get him gone I don’t got no living enemy 
Do not try to be a sneaky b*tch I peep that energy
Down bad hoe I wouldn’t f*ck if there was ten of me 
Got my b*tches all in line this ain’t no assembly 
Gs move in silence like lasagna ain’t no Italy 
You a sad b*tch welp ion got no sympathy 
In my bag b*tch living rich where I’m finna be 
Don’t gotta say a word you a b*tch it in your tendency 
Say the wrong thing it’s yo life 
Someone call Luigi need a green beam on my pipe
I’m a skinny nigga f*ck I look like squaring for a fight? 
She said she don’t make no bread lil bitch you is not my type 
Green, money, clothes and guns only things I call my wife
I got way to many sons Ian use my condom right 
Man your music fucking buns think you need a better mic
How I got so much funds I don’t look b*tch I just swipe 
I don’t look at no damn cost 
I don’t don’t look at no damn prices b*tch
She don’t wanna leave me she said that I got the nicest dick
Got so many bands I rack (Iraq) up ain’t no isis shi 
N*ggas cannot say sh*t with they chest they just typing shit 
Man yo b*tch a thot call that hoe my nut bandit 
Shawty talking way to much I told that b*tch I can’t stand it 
Im a alien ain’t no way that I’m from this damn planet 
I’m might kill yo bro and f*ck yo sis leave yo fam damaged 
IDGAF 
Every place you ever caught me at got my semi tucked
You a bitch I see that in your face nigga give it up
Im a big dog boy you just a lil pup
Rip yo soul out yo shirt then I send it up
All these n*ggas cat mane I call these niggas feline 
I might leave a dent way I hit it from the behind 
B*tch I’m with the gang buzz louder than a beehive 
Keep going up I got these b*tches tryna see why 
(Tryna se why)