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

Skyte - off day

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

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)

Lyrics:
Yeah I’m moving alone I don’t need a crew 
Ion wanna hear bout sh*t put everyone on mute Headphones on b*tch I’m in that boof
When I lock in b*tch it’s a one man army fuck about them troops 
(Yessir)
Oh the cops on the way I’m skrting in that coupe 
(Yessir) 
Oh the hoes tryna play? I pass em alley oop 
(Yessir) 
Pulled up in all black, oh guess what? Guess who? 
(Yessir)
Just cause I’m flirting don’t mean I want you 
(Yessir) 
B*tch I’m on pimp shit hit my groove 
(Yessir) 
I got motion I don’t ask what’s the move 
(Yessir)
Before you test me n*gga life or death better choose 
(Yessir)
Keep that glocky right up on my desk but it don’t snooze b*tch 
Goddamn 
Mane who got a perc in this b*tch I’m tryna get high 
I be putting in work in this sh*t but no nine to five 
Mane that hoe finna twerk on the dick when I get inside 
So I already know what she meant when she asked for a ride 
One two 
Hit a n*gga with a one two 
Three opps get shot when they come through 
Four holes in the head what a gun do 
Five sticks in this band what the drum do?
Six seven jays let the gas out the sunroof 
Eight hoes that a nigga wan run through 
Nine shots leave a lil n*gga lunch food 
Ten shots from the back her buns blue
Yeah my mac eleven never miss
And twelve be steady on dick 
I’m with thirteen masked up in this b*tch
U in yo bag just doesn't exist 
I want the cash but u get the jist 
Yeah 
Made what you made in two weeks (fourteen days) don’t mean to brag I’m really the sh*t
(Yessir)
I know n*ggas mad I was fifteen taking they b*tch 
I look in the mag sixteen left in the clip 
I’m blowing it fast seventeen racks I done spent 
I’m doing em bad
I’m doing em bad 
I’m doing em bad
He got eighteen he bought a zip 
2019 I wasn’t seeing no sense 
2020 vision searching for the dividends 
I’m the club no I’m not 21 but they still let me in
Yeah I’m moving alone I don’t need a crew 
Ion wanna hear bout sh*t put everyone on mute Headphones on b*tch I’m in that boof
When I lock in b*tch it’s a one man army fuck about them troops 
(Yessir)
Oh the cops on the way I’m skrting in that coupe 
(Yessir) 
Oh the hoes tryna play? I pass em alley oop 
(Yessir) 
Pulled up in all black, oh guess what? Guess who? 
(Yessir)
Just cause I’m flirting don’t mean I want you 
(Yessir) 
B*tch I’m on pimp shit hit my groove 
(Yessir) 
I got motion I don’t ask what’s the move 
(Yessir)
Before you test me n*gga life or death better choose 
(Yessir)
Keep that glocky right up on my desk but it don’t snooze b*tch

Whatever I Want 2

Skyte - Words Wrong

SKYTE - GON

More from Skyte!
Youtube:
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Apple Music:
music.apple.com/us/artist/skyte/1521974191
Spotify:
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