SHYT

[Intro]
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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 niggas don't play
Slime me a nigga, then go about my day
I call up Brodie, he slide with that K
Nigga want beef, I'ma hit up Tenkay
You want some beef and get hit like ten ways
Niggas is poor, flexing minimum wage
Slide through your spot, hit it up with some rakes
Gone off a Xan, smoking blunts to the face
Niggas 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, nigga, I'm trying to die today
Fuck my life, nigga, I'm trying to die right now
I get the drop and we spinning and run
Nigga 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, nigga, 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 niggas, you clowns
I can't fuck with y'all niggas, you fake

[Outro]
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You know what the fuck going on, Trap Goth shit, the fuck it is