SHYT

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy
This a Lost Star Radio exclusive, little ho'
Trap Goth

[Verse]
Money on me, so I flex everyday
Gone off a Xan, I ain't know what to say
I keep a Glock in the back of the rave
Run down gang, get shot in his face
STK shotta, my n***as don't play
Slime me a n***a, then go about my day
I call up Brodie, he slide with that K
N***a want beef, I'ma hit up Tenkay
You want some beef and get hit like ten ways
N***as is poor, flexing minimum wage
Slide through your spot, hit it up with some rakes
Gone off a Xan, smoking blunts to the face
N***as show bread that I make in a day
Get the fuck from me, I need me some space
Twеlve get behind mе, I might shoot up the Jake's
Fuck my life, n***a, I'm trying to die today
Fuck my life, n***a, I'm trying to die right now
I get the drop and we spinning and run
N***a act tough and we fill him with rounds
And his bitch want to fuck, so I'm giving her rounds
Pouring up fours, but I'm dropping them down
If I see twelve, I'ma dash, bitch, I'm out
Stay with some drugs, bitch, it's never a drought
He said he fire, we snuffing him out
Counting up money, my dick in her mouth
Emo bitch on me, she fucking for clout
STK, n***a, we gunning you down
I smell the blood on his like a hound
1c, we popping, we talk of the town
I got the pole on my hand right now
He got some guap, then I'm jugging him down
I can't fuck with y'all n***as, you clowns
I can't fuck with y'all n***as, you fake
[Outro]
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You know what the fuck going on, Trap Goth shit, the fuck it is