Maple $yrup

This a $crim beat yung Christ, 59
DJ $crim with that 808 work!

Crack up in my swisher
(Woop) , blowin' bitches kisses
Syrup got me twisted
(Rowdy) , G59, the misfit's
Swervin' and I'm fucked up, servin' time
I'm locked up
Chopper sprayin', Mack truck (bop, bop, bop)
You live a life of bad luck
All my hoes do drugs (Eeh)
All my homies thugs (Woop)
Bitches fucking scrubs (yeah)
Explorer on some dubs (What?)
This that flex on them with no mercy
That text I get at one-thirty
Yo bitch beggin' to get fucked
Leggings on, but I rip 'em up
Just enough to slide up in
All about them Benjamin's, dead presidents
I'm heaven sent, you just a fuckboy
That's irrelevant (Grah)
Bow down to your sensei (Yung Mutt)
You talking to a God boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

G59, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Swervin' 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
Ocean motion toasting to the stars
Got a great view from Mars
Spit a couple bars just to show it ain't hard
(Bop, bop, bop) 59 ain't far from the start
All brain and heart
Gotta play your part in the game
Make sure you aim the dart

Fresh fruit by the platter sipping water
Hear it splatter got ash on my shirt
But I'm me, so it never matter
Fuck a job, stay at home
Rolling bones till I'm gone
Hair ties on my wrist
This the doped up ghost
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
Laying in my bed now, feeling kinda dead now
Money stashed up 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
(What? what? I cannot take this shit no more)