SHYT lyrics

[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*ggas don't play
Slime me a n*gga, then go about my day
I call up Brodie, he slide with that K
n*gga want beef, I'ma hit up Tenkay
You want some beef and get hit like ten ways
n*ggas 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*ggas show bread that I make in a day
Get the f*ck from me, I need me some space
Twеlve get behind mе, I might shoot up the Jake's
f*ck my life, n*gga, I'm trying to die today
f*ck my life, n*gga, I'm trying to die right now
I get the drop and we spinning and run
n*gga act tough and we fill him with rounds
And his b*tch want to f*ck, so I'm giving her rounds
Pouring up fours, but I'm dropping them down
If I see twelve, I'ma dash, b*tch, I'm out
Stay with some drugs, b*tch, it's never a drought
He said he fire, we snuffing him out
Counting up money, my di*k in her mouth
Emo b*tch on me, she f*cking for clout
STK, n*gga, 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 f*ck with y'all n*ggas, you clowns
I can't f*ck with y'all n*ggas, you fake
[Outro]
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You know what the f*ck going on, Trap Goth sh*t, the f*ck it is