VYTHE - KYS
Don’t even feel myself
Nigga run up on me he gon’ kill himself
I make her feel herself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
Don’t even feel myself
Nigga run up on me he gone kill himself
I make her feel herself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
★ verse 1 ★
You got me need no one else
By my lone ain't need no help
30 clips in BB belts
30 clips in BB belts
Pull up in ya driveway ust like its a drive thru
Aiming at ya head we ain’t shootin beside you struggle everyday but I know ima make thru
Only trust my brotha cuz a friend gonna snake you
Fuck sleep roll up outta bed lets get it
We got choppas on ya forehead, shootin at yo fitted
That’s my swag you bit it
See ya hoe I hit it
That shit nun’ my bidness
I need six digits
They like how you keep it hunnid
But tote a 50? Huh? Huh?
Only go if the gang with me
Everything feels wrong
Drop em like a song
Fuckin hate my life why does death take so long, yeah
★ Chorus ★
Don’t even feel myself
Nigga run up on me he gon kill himself
I make her feel herself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
★ verse 2 ★
Thank god we don’t live forever
Baby if you leave no one gonna treat you better
We could go to saks fuck the tags, Its whatever
Said she love me I ain't ever fuckin met her
Yeah, Yeah
Bool out with that pipe, yuh
Buss it, fuck the sight, yuh
Yo bitch such a bop she givin top like she dont write, yeah
Nigga think he runnin
He don’t know he layin right there
(Where he at? where he at?)
He layin right there
★ Chorus ★
Don’t even feel myself
Nigga run up on me he gon kill himself
I make her feel herself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
Gas pack loud can’t hear myself
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VYTHE - FLESH
{Chorus} I do dope not dank This that krankk Wet that bit like sank (sink) Like, like, like I do dope not dank This that krankk Wet that bit like
VYTHE - KRANKK
{Chorus} I do dope not dank This that krankk Wet that bit like sank (sink) Like, like, like I do dope not dank This that krankk Wet that bit like
VYTHE - LIKE ME
Jus like a gardener i keep my tool up (tulip) Suck my dick, lick the drool up Gratata at yo whip and you ain't even back up But you brakkin & bool, huh And these venues
VYTHE - DUMMY
{Intro} Ayy, twelve with a switch (Делит на бите, с*ка) move yo' bitch ass Move yo' bitch ass, move yo' bitch ass Shout-out my Russian brother (Ha)
VYTHE - 60 MILES #FREELILRT
{Intro} I ain't give birth to ya' son but I made 'em These niggas copy, verbatim Tweaked off the pills, think yo' ass need some kratom These industry
VYTHE - HOCKEYSTIXX
H e double hockey stick, i pop them with a sloppy stick H e double hockey stick, i pop them with a sloppy stick H e double hockey stick, don't talk to me, that's not just it hg
VYTHE - Guckfod ##
{Intro} No lives matter! {Verse 1} Yes sir, I keep a final I can't motherfucking lie She got on mascara but I still bust in her eye Let it
VYTHE - wish youd die
Walked in my life without knocking Girl we go weeks without talking I wish that you never left me Remember when we were besties Own clique dont care if im missing Mind empty
VYTHE - another you
{Intro} Dunnn Duh Duh Duhnn {?} ... Girl Don't Think I'll Find Another You This Is For The Things- I Don't Even Want To
VYTHE - TOXIC
Ay, shit on these niggas like ex-lax You serve rock on my block, where my sale tax? Said he a shoota i yank off his dogtag Take off his head now that boy got a toetag Shoot
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