Can someone tell me what he said im dumb as shit

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

KAISANI x SKYTE - IM READY w/ 884PHXBIA

Before you try to look for it I’m just gonna lyk your not finding this beat

Sound Of That Tecc [YukiSX]

Deal Witcha [wydsonni]

#UPPINTHESCORE prod wydsonni

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]

#IDONTGOTANANSWER [JUSTXROLO]

#MANZ4 [W4DDLES]

Youtube: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWCZBloqmeY&ab_channel=Skyte-Topic
Spotify: 
https://open.spotify.com/track/5AVJ4kQggQpgcuiOWaKPF4?si=802b2d4df4f944e6


Lyrics: 

Remember back then they was all looking down on me
I was at school they was clowning me
B*tch im the goat straight from birth I was bound to be
Yo hoe keep on touching my dick
She arousing me!
Glock to his head, f*ck n*gga count to three
Get out my mu f*cking way
uh huh
She love my smell no bouquet 
uh huh
Way they talking bout skyte man they gay
uh huh
Pull out my chop, Walk in yo crib, Let that b*tch eat no buffet
I bet your mad your b*tch where I stay 
F*ck bout a nat I'll get that replaced 
Got yo b*tch drunk throwing ass in the basement she like to gag she don't need a plate 
We are not next to each other not adjacent 
(ummm)
So f*ck n*gga stay in your place

Mask on my face with a knife like Im jason  
Give a fuck what you got lil N*gga I’m taking 
Chop Pop Pop man it’s sounding like some bacon
Ain’t this your girl?
I think you’re mistaken
Just popped a X and my stomach keep aching
I don’t mean to flex but these Benjamin Franklins
All that I get
How I’m  a chef in the crib cooking up and yo b*tch just trying to eat on my dick
I do my best to keep this sh*t humble on these n*ggas but now it’s getting me pissed
He think he a threat? He pulled up on my n*ggs and we ain’t even move about a inch
I just want the neck don’t even want to see the Pussy know that it comes with a stench
He tried to hop on the field I said sit your ass down and go hop on that mu fucking bench!
Catch me fucking yo b*tch 
might leave a dent
How we so rich? 
It don’t make sense
Step up to me you get jumped like a fence 
Bling on my wrist bout the cost of your rent
My n*ggas demons and you can’t repent
Blick staying on me at every event
Got that b*tch boy hiding out in a tent
Matta fact go find your mother
Rip Lil Keed Free thug and Gunna
B*tch watch out I ain’t stutter
Never run out my bro got another
Flex in your face I came from the gutter
Me and yo b*tch kick shit my my place by the end of the night will be f*cking each other
Slide in the hoe and she Smooth like butter
Come play with my kids but don’t bring your brother
No like,
Deadass b*tch do not bring yo f*cking brother 
Like I will leave that n*gga outside I am not playing 
B*tch you know I’m tryna f*ck like why the f*ck would you even - 

Aye 
They thought sh*t was over it ain’t 
Peel off yo sh*t like sum paint 
Think I’m addicted to dank
You can stop trying to be me you can’t 
Whip out my dick on yo b*tch and she faint 
Whip out my dick on yo hoe she like Gimme it
Going out sad about a b*tch you a idiot 
Don’t go to school would’ve thought I was phineas 
Just seen you post your new b*tch she hideous 
My n*ggas evil as sh*t insidious 
I’m in the room with yo b*tch I’m hitting it
How I stay cold in this sh*t? Amphibious 
Call my brother and he blick your affiliates 
Treat the b*tches like a trick! I’m the silliest 
(Ok ok ok lemme calm down) 
I told that b*tch to chill and she just got way more intimate 
I’m that n*gga you can tell by my diligence 
Mech pencil get the lead and i fill em in 
Yo b*tch coughing off this dick like some cinnamon 
I hold the block up your can call me a enderman 
I do good and n*ggas get straight to envying 
White plug think that n*gga named simion 
You can get up off the ground and get b*tched again 
Said that you hard then pull up and come hit me then 
Big body whip what a young n*gga sitting in
Don’t wanna get your ass beat? Run me fifty then
Heard yo b*tch taking black meat from sixty men
Dot on his head like acne or an Indian 
Yuh nig
 
Don’t on his head like acne or an Indian 

Gang 

Gang 

Gang

F OUT MY WAY [TAIKETSU]

Youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAQ2Bo8lr5A&ab_channel=Skyte-Topic
Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/00Fe14ZgWUz6hdmTkHGrKb?si=9dQnW0drTSGoVvRVRdg-0A
Lyrics:
Yo b*tch want my @ but i just show the lil bih attitude 
She said want my respect, b*tch you better pay up for gratitude 
Imma boss n*gga ian mad at you
Might go cop a bag or two
I met yo b*tch in the morning but way that she acting we f*cking all afternoon
Sike naw ion even wanna fuck ya hoe cause she aint really for me
Get a n*gga lost in the sea like Dori
Why ya hoe keep talking to me? Shes horny
Losing aint a option to me, straight glory 
Simping for pussy you go out like Morty
N*gga stepping to me? That's the end of your story
Gay ahh tik tok n*ggas to corny 
“Wait aren't you on tik tok?”
Stfu b*tch ion wanna hear that sh*t
F*cked up in the whip cant steer that b*tch
Gas to loud can't hear that sh*t
When I creep up i can smell the fear lil b*tch 
I can tell when a hoe n*gga near lil b*tch 
I got a hoe n*gga radar 
D*ck bout the same size as my whole ar 
She taste the meat she said it had flavor 
She in my tub just like Hannah Baker 
Boy what the f*ck am I talking about 
I cannot f*ck with these underground rappers they to busy stuffing that cock in they mouth 
After I hit the b*tch ima do her like a instagram hacker i'm logging her out
I can take all of the Ls in the world I swear that I'm still finna walk this sh*t out
And this hoe n*gga still tryna walk like me 
Grown n*gga still tryna talk like me
Old n*gga still tryna sauce like me
Bold n*gga still tryna pop like me
Told niggas im the rarest in the sea 
I guess that these f*ck n*ggas aint believe  
I put that opp n*gga in a tree
She on cock tryna get a treat
And this hoe n*gga still tryna walk like me 
Grown n*gga still tryna talk like me
Old n*gga still tryna sauce like me
Bold n*ggas still tryna pop like me
Told niggas im the rarest in the sea 
I guess that these f*ck n*ggas aint believe
We going up n*gga they gon see
We going up n*gga they gon see

Loggin Her Out [w4ddles]

Lyrics:
Sippin that lean better with ya b*tch 
Swear she a fiend begging for the dick
I’m at the peak header of the list
I’m doing me let them get the jist
I’ll make his cheek meet a n*gga fist
Beyblade I pull that sh*t back and I rip
I like my bread and my lettuce with chips
Blue stacking bitch Ian banging with crip
No you can’t stay b*tch go find you a lift
Don’t try to sneak diss thinking you slick 
I grab that heat quick empty the clip
She on my meat b*tch get off my tip
You stuck on hoes I done already hit 
Currency magnet that all that I get 
Drop that facade boy you just a b*tch
I got my rod Ian missing sh*t
When I’m in the ring I can’t loose bitch there ain’t no option 
They tryna steal my sauce had to put my kids up for adoption 
Ion even care bout the cost if I like that sh*t on god I’m copping
I can get you knocked out quick we both know Ian talking boxing 
B*tch I’m the name of the town 
Hoe pull my pants down dick slangin around 
Got a big ass clip with your name on the round 
Tik tok n*ggas want fame on a sound 
My plug bless cop came with a pound 
Don’t back down b*tch claim what you bout 
You can be up we still taking you down 
Infinity shots means infinity rounds 
(Gang gang)
What you wanna do lil n*gga
Get your hoe passed right alley-opp lil n*gga
Back then I was just a rude ahh n*gga 
Fast forward now it times two dat n*gga 
Track meet your b*tch ran through that n*gga
Boy you can’t shoot where the hoop at n*gga?
Don’t have no relatives f*cling with me you wouldn’t wanna lose that n*gga
(Rest in peace! Rest In Peace frl)
Yuh 
Gang
I’m at his neck button tie
(Gang)
B*tch I’m up and you cannot say otherwise 
(Gang)
I put dick in her tummy no butterfly 
(Gang)
Lyrics heating the room like it’s summertime 
Man you kissing and loving all over this b*tch meanwhile she’s f*cking another guy
Man that’s Lowkey gay
I do not sleep i'm up all day 
Don’t try to creep I’ll up that Kay 
You can come test if this sh*t is a prop if you wanna
Stack up my bread that’s a everyday comma 
How about we fight I don’t like drama 
Got your b*tch rolling my marijuana 
Chop want a meal call that b*tch Jeffery Dahmer
Send me the beat on god imma slaughter 
She said im that n*gga 
Im like “tell me some sh*t I don’t know!”
Finger on that trigger 
Make a pussy n*gga backdown from gunsmoke 
Said you got them funds n*gga back that up where the f*ck yo funds go
Yeah I might be him promise you that i'm farthest from the one tho
How many times I gotta tell these n*ggas I am not the one 
Not the one to play with
Not the one to step by
Not the one to cross n*gga
All that sh*t
Uh gang 
(Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh)

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SKYTE

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