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Skitz

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Skitz è stato pubblicato il 20 marzo 2026 da Jumpstart come parte dell'album Skitz - Single

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Smoney

Performer

Sylas Christopher Jackson

Sylas Christopher Jackson

Musician

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sylas Christopher Jackson

Sylas Christopher Jackson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Sylas Christopher Jackson

Sylas Christopher Jackson

Producer

Testi

Hey Echo, turn it up!

All salute to the hot boys, ****

Ain't nothin' hotter than this shit

Stay out the way or get caught by a stray

I may diss, I may not

And I may talk 'bout your bitch, I may not

I pull skits where all I trip

This ****'s diggin' his own casket

He don't take care of his kid

Off all this B.M. or Volkswagen

He broke and she is too

If I was you, I would go past it

Got shot and every opp block I smacked

There was no rappin'

I been itchin' bad

To catch this fat scary **** every day

This money crippled and paralyzed

And drugged up with a baby eight

Fuck rich boys

The McNaw fits four corners, all them hoes

Call Bunk, Leonard Block is too

And bitch, I'm eighty K

Killed four **** high as fuck

Armed and dangerous, Glocks and a Uzi

Die, hmm

And it's Killer right here with me, come pop it to you

She was suckin' dick

I put on the opp

Puttin' up, shoppin' that bitch

It's my money, I need it now

Give me my chip

If not, I'ma dip

Every opp nice as fuck

From Locust Ave, I walk to Atlanta

Ain't got a whip, hustlin' backwards

How the fuck is you ballin' in Scran?

If rappin' don't work

I'm runnin' every bitch broke

Give it all to a baddie

Go tell the opps that we the opps

We make shit hot

Ain't causin' the damage

We not kidnappin' pandas, ****

Today I'm on a Titan

It's a private jet, bitch

I'm on TikTok and the sky dancin'

With them Vicks

He drive a Lam' truck

And major in finance

I asked him when he started bangin'

After twenty

Just bypassed it

I knew a **** wasn't on my time

And he started textin'

Tryna come to me as a man

About this bitch, I don't respect it

Every **** I beef with

Don't got more money

They broke as shit

I don't recall a ho I ever came across

That ain't goin' seconds

**** wanna sound like 20

Y'all my sons, it's copycats

I'm finna post a hundred thousand

Every big bro gon' copy that

Only Roger

Don't you stop me in front of Gabby

The Scotty ads

If I was you and you was me

I would just go jump in a body bag

Heard them **** that don't like me

In this bitch, I'm still comin'

Probably swerved up like Tiny

Hard ass, but he still runnin'

Irritatin' bitch blowin' up my phone

I'm in the field thuggin'

If a diss had you mad

Fuck you again, come kill somethin'

Is you cool?

If it was me

You can name a street and I ain't come

We just smoked and shot down

On they shit with eight drums

****, you like thirty-five

Still ain't attempt to spank nothin'

You'd die for a Marathon burger

Wish your homies would say somethin'

Man, I'm trippin'

We shot Reggie

Ain't do shit but start dissin'

I got popped

And threw they pork outside

Broad day limpin'

We the opps

I'm in the game

I ain't the one to coach benchin'

Tell your tight 'los play ball

Except they cleats

It's not a scrimmage, ****

Brr, brr

Grr, grr, grr, grr

All salute to the hot boys, ****

Ain't nothin' hotter than this shit

Not even lava

Written by: Sylas Christopher Jackson

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