Sun Shyne Guns flyn DirtRoadBoiz (Ft. Sickboyrari)

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[Intro]
Sunshine
Sun Shyne, diamonds flyn
Skull head, my heart shyne
(?)
Ay sun shyne

[Hook]
Sun Shyne, diamonds flyn
Plug talk, Iphone, Facetime
BB belts, skull head, my heart shyne
Skrt,skrt past ya ass, (?)
Sun Shyne, diamonds flyn
Plug talk, Iphone, Facetime
Big belt, skull head, my heart shyne
Dead faces in my pocket and they cryin'

[Verse 1]
Big faces, hanging out
Hood punk, 30 mag poking out
Lil shyne, (?), sun shyne
Lean in a 2 litre, now a goth cryin'
New coupe, skrtin', flyn
Fuck cash, all credit, know we buyin'
Goth boy's lyin', hood up, I be flyn
Fuck a G5, in the trenches I be flyn
I'm on solo, I don't slide with hoes
Only slide with niggas that gon' hang and that's for sure
When you (?), hang him by the toe
Jewelry 'round my throat, with some cut throat
Cut throat, the world cold
God damn, yeah nigga, I'm so cold
30 Glock, beatin' out
Bankroll in my pocket and my sock

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