Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Christ] This a $crim beat Yung Christ, *59 DJ $crim with that 808 Work [Verse 1: Yung Christ & Yung Mutt] Crack up in my swisher (Woop), blowin' bitches kisses Crack up in my swisher (Woop), blowin' bitches kisses Crack up-, crack up in my swisher (Woop), blowin' bitches kisses Syrup got me twisted (Rowdy), G*59, the misfi— Swervin'-, swervin' and I'm fucked up, servin' time, I'm lock— Chopp-, chopper sprayin', Mack truck (Bop, bop, bop) You live a life of bad luck All my hoes do drugs (Eeh) All my homies thug— Bitch-, bitches fucking scrubs (Yeah) Explorer on some dubs (What-what-what?) This that flex on them with no mercy That text I get at one-, bitch-, bitch beggin' to get fucked Leggings on, but I rip 'em up, just-, just enough to slide up in All about them Benjam-, dead presidents I'm heaven sent, you just a fuckboy, that's i—, that's irrelevant (Grrah) (Uh) Bow down to your sensei (Yung Mutt) You talking to a God boy Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Yung Mutt] G*59, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah S-, yeah, s-, past the Church in all black clothing Holding up a middle finger, MAC showing Throwing cash, hoes run and clash-, get they back broken (Gimme that fucking money) Pop the cap open Throat soaking in some liquid potion, -otion, motion Toasting to the stars, got a great view from Mars Spit a couple bars just to show it ain't- (Bop, bop, bop, bop) *59 ain't far from the start, all brain and heart Gotta play your part in the ga-, you aim, you aim the dart [Verse 3: BONES] Fresh fruit by the platter Sipping water Hear it splatter G-, ash, ash on my shirt But I'm me, so it never matter F-, -ob, a job stay at home Rolling bones till I'm gone Ti-, -ir ties on my wrist This the doped up ghost Layi-, laying in my bed, feeling dead now Money stashed in my pocket with the bands now I don't like rap 'cause they do it wrong I'm isolated 'cause I cannot take this shit no more Ghost-, laying in my bed, feeling dead now Money stashed up in my pocket, ba-, the bands now I don't like rap 'cause they do it wrong Iso-, -m isolated 'cause I cannot take this shit no more Layin' in my bed now, feeling kinda d-, -ow, -ead now Money stashed up in my pocket with the bands— I don't like rap 'cause they do it wrong I'm isolated 'cause I cannot take this shit no more (What? What? What? I cannot take this shit no more)