Skyte Round 3

Yo, black fit, masked up

Say she love me, I go, "So? Damn, that's tough"

Step into these niggas, crack the Cal up

Xan loud, so I tend to come off mad blunt

These whips not rented, bitch, don't ask us

The wrist embedded, it came with the swag, yeah

Skits up front again, talkin', I ain't ask you

I know I ain't shit, I'm a motherfuckin' bastard

Look, labels tryna sign me like, "Can I keep my masters?"

Plug knockin' at the door like, "Do you know the password?"

Nigga, I can't backstep, fuck around and fast forward

Makin' digits easy, it ain't nothin' like a math course

I keep it a hunnid, you would think this shit a test score

Talkin' way too much, alt F4

Yo, step on niggas' necks, got my legs sore

I'm finna switch the beat up, bitch, I'm dead bored

Yo, yo, overly in it, bitch

She got hip and then told me she innocent

Who it did it? So I move like arithmetic

Fuck the outline, skip the syllabus

I got paper on me, I'm not splittin' shit

Can I cop the bitch? Won't be no missin' this

I kill any beat, that's what the rhythm is

Let me know, okay, is you witnessin'?

I don't hit or miss, I drop and hit or hit

Fuck that bitch abroad, she send me titty pics

They told me I'm raw, come to Pam and shit

But that's ironic 'cause I am not writin' shit

He sendin' diss, he quiet, he been idle since

These niggas pitiful, your song a pile of shit

I did the ho so bad, okay, I might admit

I stay edgy, your face how when I title this

I'm in your top one, bitch, that's a fire list

She got a kid to get, bitch, I'm an alchemist

We be the cinnamon, you don't amount to shit

Feel like I'm really him and Up or Down a mix

Bitch told me live a bit 'cause I been out of this

Pinch him a lesser bitch and get your tower hit

Pull up and press him, he get on that cow shit

Turn off the beat, I'm 'bout to spit

These niggas counterfeit

I do some bullshit, they can't amount to it

Lot of shit, I like my eightaways, lot of shit

Rozzy bitch, I equip her like a talisman

Doggin' this ho like I'm Malekith

Overwatch, these niggas clonin' me, Paladins

Don't do too much, but they call it extravagant

I throw the bitch, she come back like a magnet

Okay, passionate, wake up, I'm practicin'

I don't need advocates

Claimin' she Catholic, but she ain't abstinent

Just hit a Kaepernick

Tryna tap my dick, I got a trick up his sleeve, call it magic trick

These niggas broke, so no wonder they mad as shit

She like to play with her notes, her name Addison

Bitch, I don't dabble in snow, but my cabinet

It got a boatload of dro

I been havin' it, I bet you new to this flow

Lost feelings for this bih like Roku remote

He don't care 'bout her, man, I'm like, "Cool, he a joke"

I be doin' the least, he be doin' the— oh my God