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DISASTER! Lyrics by Skyte

2020

[Intro: Skyte]
Woah (Bro said that he a killa, he a cap), woah, woah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ayy

[Verse 1: Skyte]
Nigga said that he a killa, he a cap, yeah
I been posted at his crib but where he at? Yeah
Cross you out, lil bitch, ill take you off the map, yeah
Got my niggas by me side, we in the pack, yeah
‘Cause I’m a idol, I know bitches that’s gon’ stalk up on my page
Make a title, how these pussy niggas ridin' on the wave
Suicidal, yeah, the doors that’s on my whip like Kurt Cobain
Feel like Michael how I get your bitch so wet when I'm on stage
I broke her heart so I'm just checkin' if we friends and I just told her
We can't fuck a bitch, I gotta leave by 10 o’clock
Yeah, we in yo hood, you better duck, we gon’ spin the block
Niggas really hatin’ up on me because I win a lot, yeah
It doesn’t make no fuckin’ sense
When he pulled up on my block, my niggas didn’t move an inch
My bitch speakin’ Japanese and yo bitch speakin’ out in French
I got yo shawty on my phone, she on my nuts just like a wrench, yeah
Told her I feel great, bitch, I’m gassed up
Wait, let’s go faster
Send yo boy a bottle out in space like it’s NASA
Bitch, I put a rifle to his face, cause disaster
She had all my nut up in her face, you can ask her
Shawty out here beggin’ me for food, she can eat a dick
Nigga said he finna beat my ass, he ain’t beatin’ shit
Why he say he wasn’t talkin’ trash when I’m readin’ it
Even if the beat is fuckin’ ass, I’m still eatin’ it
It’s some sneaky shit behind a nigga back and I’m peepin’ it
Call my dick a motherfuckin’ snack, that’s what she can get
I nutted then I wiped it with a rag and she keepin’ it
Usin’ that lil bitch up for her mouth, then I’m leavin’ it

[Verse 2: kaisani]
Niggas be the first to hear my shit, a niggas fans to me
Same niggas hatin’, take yo bitch under a canopy
Me [?] in your motherfuckin’ fantasy
I could fuck a bitch then put a Glock up to her family
White bitch on my dick, don’t know why she be textin’ me
Hit yo ho after hours, that’s the fuckin’ sex for me
And he tried to catch me lackin’, told that nigga, “Rest in peace”
And the blade'll cut a nigga, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout vasectomy
Nigga, I ain’t throwin’ hands, so you could meet this Glock first
Put a beam up on my shooter, make yo fuckin’ top hurt
And you niggas be my sons so I’m yo fuckin’ father
Told the bitch that I can’t save her, I ain’t no fuckin’ doctor
And I’m loadin’ up my hammer, so you better knock first
Got yo ho hands on me, sayin’, “Where your fuckin’ Glock, [?]?”
I just robbed a white kid, that nigga name was Oscar
Told that bitch take off her pants like she a fuckin’ toddler
If you wasn’t such a pussy you would like another day
And she said she got a man, so I’ma let my brothers spray
Stupid nigga don’t want beef, I think he think this Chick-fil-a
But this gun ain’t closed on Sunday, so your dumbass better pray

[Verse 3: killdavyn]
If a nigga talkin’ shit, I got my chopper and my K, though
Pull up on a nigga, run that nigga out his pesos
Done fried a nigga, treat a nigga like potatoes
Bitch, you white as fuck, yo head lookin’ like some mayo
Bitch, I’m black, so she like me
Yo bitch wanna pipey
I told her to bend it over, bust it like a Sprite, B
He ain’t got no melanin, so I’ma call him Whitey
You know I’m not friends with them, so they wanna be like me
Ayy, ayy, and I got the Uzi in the back, ho
I’ma break her back, though
And she call me dark as fuck, she callin’ me her shadow
But you know her ass was fat, I’m callin’ it a plateau
The body like an hourglass, a nigga finna smash, though
And I got the choppa in my hand, ho
Pull up with the choppa, make him dancin’
Pull up with the choppa in advance, and
We pull up, need a doctor, now he dead, huh
Bullets have you leakin’ out yo head
Now there’s whole lot of red (Carti)
Whole lot of red on the floor, huh
Whole lot of meds out this do’, bullets spray at yo throat, uh
Whole lot of feds in the po', uh
Whole lot of dreads from the ‘fro, now a nigga finna blow, uh

[Outro: killdavyn]
Uh, now a nigga finna blow, uh
Uh, now a nigga finna blow, uh
Whole lot of dreads on a ho
Now a nigga finna blow, bitch
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About “DISASTER!” by Skyte

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