Lyrics:
Show me my respect baby imma trendsetter 
Yeah I got her wet but I got her friend wetter
How she tryna text when our ties been severed 
Wake up pop out spend a check lil b*tch im a big spender 
I just 
Go! 
Go!
Hop up in this mazzi baby 
F*ck these hoes they drive me crazy
I hate n*ggas like a white old lady
All my money legal than a b*tch there ain’t no swiping baby
Way she cut these n*ggas off so quick I might just like you baby
I know they wanna take me out and put me on the floor 
I don’t work at no damn dominoes but I stick to the dough
You gon win sometimes and you gon loose but that just how it go
She like “Cam I miss the sober you” and I’m like hit the door
Hit the door x4
Hit the door
Get up out my life 
B*tch Ian yo mans and I’m not finna say that twice 
Can’t go slangin dick for free cause it come with a big ass price 
With that tax included 
Yo b*tch throw her back into it
He ran up I had to shoot it
Play your music in the bot and it’s f*cling muted 
I don’t act like sh*t I’m not cause I really do it
When hoes come around n*ggas start acting stupid 
Ion hold back lil b*tch I shoot it 
My gang up we starting movements
Im making bag after bag after bag after bag
Why they so mad why they mad why they mad why they mad
It’s cause we go up fast go up fast go up fast go up fast
You won’t catch go out bad go out bad go out bad go out bad
I don’t mean to flex
But I could do your hoe horrendous and move independent and she would still give up the neck
Ian felt love in a minute but f*ck it forget it that sh*t doesnt make me upset 
A b*tch will have 30 bodies then wonder why I wouldn’t cuff like “what u expect?”
Before we go f*ck b*tch get you a test-
Matta fact b*tch you lost me
To the bread you walk so slow
Walk so slow like a undead zombie 
B*tch I start the show walk in and they eyes all on me
Im a humble n*gga sometimes I be acting cocky 
Cannot stop this wave n*gga try and stop me
Go! 
Go!
Hop up in this mazzi baby 
F*ck these hoes they drive me crazy
I hate n*ggas like a white old lady
All my money legal than a b*tch there ain’t no swiping baby
Way she cut these n*ggas off so quick I might just like you baby
I know they wanna take me out and put me on the floor 
I don’t work at no damn dominoes but I stick to the dough
You gon win sometimes and you gon loose but that just how it go
She like “Cam I miss the sober you” and I’m like hit the door
Hit the door x4
Hit the door

Trendsetter [hoodrixh]

Skyte - off day

Kenshin + melon

13! + Skyte - granola bar (jayesosaa)

Youtube: https://youtu.be/ZdeRZQk0Y_0?si=7oOvCkiBZh107iLR
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1Ns95vooI1gESBvt8cEt9U?si=pM8yfbn2RpK-rRpOrGG92w
Apple Music : https://music.apple.com/us/artist/skyte/1521974191
Lyrics:
I am teaching my songs cause these n*ggas cant rap
Boy I'm taxing ode like the Stamp Act
That b*tch shaking her butt caught a hand slap
Off the wall boy im bringing the vans back 
She get wet at wherever my hand at 
Took his b*tch i know he cant stand that 
Now he worried bout his hoe get yo manz back 
You a p*ssy with no pole understand that 
If i catch you on the low imma blam that...
Or u get socked on sight 
I get paid to talk on mics 
This chop got teeth This dawg gon bite 
Beat up her cheeks i clogged her pipe
And i let my demons get brought to life 
This shit on my hip no its not a knife 
I'll get what u get n*gga drop a price
Im burning cold I'm hot on ice
That b*tch that you with no its not yo wife 
Damn its not?
I classify her as my thot tonight 
Choppa go blam pop 
Boy you don't want it with us we on hots alright
N*gga kept acting stupid then he lost a life 
I rock the show and then i drop the mic 
These n*ggas 2 weird 
Cartier 2 clear 
No n*gga I do fear 
Blues near 
Got yo b*tch so wet made the hoe go ouu dear 
Uh yeah she said she a drinker then passed out off two beers
"how df that work"
Ion even know but imma still f*ck her friend tho
Imma stretch my bread like a limousine
Wanna talk then hit my venmo 
And the hating shi don't get to me 
imma boss boy no pretendo
You can get smashed bro no Nintendo 
(wait pause hold on hold on)
You can get smashed on like Nintendo
(Wait dat sounded worse wtf)
You can get bea-
You can get-

NO COMP

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