Stripes - Yunggoth✰

You a fake blood, talking like you ran that shit

I fuck you up and chop, yeah, second thought I’m bagging shit

Yeah, it’s a fact, it’s a fact that you faking shit

I-I got fucking demons in the closet tryna take yo shit

Don’t fucking lack (don't), right behind yo back (uh)

Shoot you in yo chest (yeah), you got heart attack

Now this bitch is sad (uh-uh), bitch I got my stash

Riding solo like flare, guess you kinda glare

Uh, that’s just how it goes

Money in the bag and drugs and hella hoes (yeah)

Flag me all you want, I’ma do what I want

See me up my set, this is upset

I just fuckin' stunt (huh), now you wanna stunt

See me all upset (yeah), now they wanna flex

Yeah, I got a set (yeah), throw it when I rep

Fuck up out my Vet (yeah), let me fuck a check (I fuck you)

Damn you a hoe, I get my fuckin' benna plug (yeah, yeah)

Guess I gotta go, I’m gonna blast you, little hoe (you little)

Tryna fuck around, I back it up, I serve yo mouth, (yeah)

Bags in my (?), bank on the (?)

I get fucking sad when you call me on my phone

Tellin' me you hate me and I really wanna go (go)

I hate my life (uh-uh), I hate my life (yeah)

You want me dead (want me dead), I hate my life (uh-uh-uh)

Fuck up on the set (it's on sight), yeah, it’s on sight

Choppas in the whip (in the), blow yo fucking shit, yeah

You a fake blood, talking like you ran that shit

I fuck you up and chop, yeah, second thought I’m bagging shit

Yeah, it’s a fact, it’s a fact that you faking shit

I-I got fucking demons in the closet tryna take yo shit

Don’t fucking lack (don't), right behind yo back (uh)

Shoot you in yo chest (yeah), you got heart attack

Now this bitch is sad (uh-uh), bitch I got my stash

Riding solo like flare, guess you kinda glare

Uh, that’s just how it goes

Money in the bag and drugs and hella hoes (yeah)