bro crash he’ll do anything he don’t got shit to lose

Track 6 from Death Before Dishonor
soundcloud.com/kaisani/sets/deathb4dishonor

@kaisani + @skyteee - Bitch of The Month
Outro by @slayer77

Released by @lockehearts

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lyrics
Hands up, we stickin' you up
I can't hold the cash in my pockets
Resorted to zippin' the duff
They need to go home with that riding they got all that dick in they butt
You ain't believin' the plan, you fall I ain't pickin' you up
I ain't pickin' you up
I ain't pickin' you up
Oh you don't fuck with me?
Like I'm givin' a fuck
Bitch, I'm a geek, I'm solvin' a problem, so boy is you with it or what?
This ho a freak, she usin' that noggin
She my favorite bitch of the month
Yeah, add a lil' grabba
That's a perfect mix with the runts
Yeah, I'm finna call up my partner
He pull up with sticks in the trunk
Yeah, I get too lit with the codeine and sprite start mixin' the stuff
Yeah, chop finna take that boy life yea the nigga get blicked in the dust
Bitch is we fucking or what?
I ain't eat nothin' today
I just been runnin' it up
No we don't come to play
Nobody humblin' us
I'm finna up the Drake
That ho got some double D drums
I need to wrap up, I got so many sons
And I can't lack, no, bitch, you ain't holdin' my gun
I'm like the Dark Knight
Niggas don't know when I come
They watchin' the gang on TV

Like we was showin' them some
We in the club
Throwin' them dubs, you throwin' them ones
Whole lotta guns
Loadin' them up, we going to dump
Yeah, pop up that goddamn cut
And now that boy's shoulders slumped
Yeah, don't wanna smoke yo' pack
It don't make my nose erupt
She stoppin' for you
I know that she go for us
Intimate with my meat
She goin' below the nuts
Wallet fat, can't even fold it up
Niggas pussy, they ain't even try me
Cause they know what's up, damn

Bitch, you ain't old enough
Niggas be talkin' like hoes and such
Yeah, I'm finna roll the Dutch
You not a 10, but you close enough
Goddamn, finna inspect the whole mouth
I got my utensil open up
Yeah, told bitch I'm a pot of gold
Open my pants, you'll see golden dust

Yeah, said I'm not fuckin' tonight
What, I defeat the challenge
Yeah, I'm a trap nigga
I put up the ones, I throw my whole balance
Yeah, I'm sippin' wock
Yeah, this dirty mud, drink it by the gallon
Yeah, the ho MVP, she play with the balls like she Tony Allen

Goddamn, this just my bedroom
But when I crack, it turn to a palace
Yeah, I finna cop me a perc
My plug on the way, tell me what's the status

Took a bitch to Wonderland
She all on my dick, I call the ho Alice
Niggas, they chat on the web
I notice the bullshit, I peep all the malice
Yeah, waiter come bring me the chain
This dumb bitch don't know my lore
Yeah, yeah, you play the long game
I hit that bitch in one night and I score
Yeah, lil ho I need me some more
She on her knees till her ACL tore
Wait till I catch that boy stealin' my music
I take his lil dumbass to court

(Pussy ass nigga, blah)

Wait, where am I
Bro, you feel that
I'm so high, I can't- I can't even feel nothin' right now
What i said
I got a whole lot of bankrolls, I don't got no ones

Death Before Dishonor

Bitch Of The Month

Spotify

Bitch Of The Month ft Skyte

Skyte + Slayr + 13! + Killomelet - Rock ya Body [prod. 808toofly]

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 p.killmozzy

Youtube: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZ6tdTwsYPg&list=OLAK5uy_m5yVD9Se-pioWK6OiS8CN_6Hz0Kq8gy4k&ab_channel=Skyte-Topic

Lyrics:
Ion even need no stick these hand enough 
Solluminati on a hoe like damn that’s tuff 
He upped the stick and it jammed got stuck 
Rolling 200 grams a month 
Backwood in my hand to stuffed 
Saitama when I land this punch 
Loud pack and it smell like skunk 
Money on ya head like it’s on the top bunk 
Got opps but you never dropped one 
You Tote a G5 bro slid a shotgun 
Bro where the f*ck is you going?
Opp tryna hide but this ain’t no prop hunt 
Just like a notti whole gang pop up 
Mr krabs the recipe been locked up 
Walk in fresh and I know she dig me 
I’m the whole heart of the city 
Put in a 5 and I pull out a fifty 
I’m a young black dick head call me rigby 
Why these bad how saying they miss me?
Cause I walk through clean and a young n*gga crispy asf 
I told that hoe to be careful if she drink my semen she might just get tipsy on nut 
Goddamn b*tch am I hitting or what?
Ion got no spare tire b*tch it’s a stick in the trunk 
I wake up and I’m livid as f*ck 
Cause I don’t got a hold of riches 
The way that you wake up and sit on yo ass all day you suffer from motion sickness 
It’s crazy the same n*ggas that’s you brought up with you turn they backs and grow malicious 
Gotta spell that work on my thots and and the oldest witches 
N*ggas praise me just like Jehovah’s Witness 
I got crazy, one day in sold the tickets 
Told this b*tch she a dub she can’t get my digits 
I got gas ain’t no way I’m smoking midgets

So you got the gas?
(Yes)
Are you in the lab?
(Yes)
And you got the swag?
(Yes)
Oh so you been in your bag
(Yes)
I bet you get n*ggas mad
(Yes)
First place never in last 
(Yes)
Finna eat some door dash
(Yea) 
More bad b*tches more ass
(Yes) 
Lil b*tch imma antag 

Paper on me so when I talk it sound like a mummy speak 
Got the g5 it’s on go and Ian talking monkey D 
Put that nuzzle right up to your face your fate is up to me 
Yuh yuh
Got this fye on hand don’t need company 
Yuh yuh
I’m like Spider-Man hate stu stuck to me
Couldn’t even peep my worth back then now n*ggas want some luxury 
She a lil freak she drink my kids, mistook my dick as sunny D 
How you at full volume still not making no noise 
Damn 
You a kid it’s easy to take yo toys 
In a air plane finna air strafe that boy 
Sold him fake gas n*gga got laced with roids
We don’t play dat cutting off fake ass whore 
Got thin ass walls they gon hear that noise 
Imma geek out like fletcher 
In the lad with a pot dexter
Think I turned to a guap molester 
See three dots time I text her 
My heat hot to much pressure 
Pop out we light up sketchers 
I hold this shit together

No noise p. keemoh

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

BRAND NEW DAY p. otismadeit

skyte - lazer flow

SKYTE - WHYNOT?

Produced By @kroseprod @yungspoiler 
with @riovas

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need ya

need ya ft. riovaz

Rubba Boots Freestyle [keemoh]

Im Pro [otismadethis]

skyte - she sold freestyle [remix]

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