This a $crim beat
Yung Christ
5-9
DJ $crim with that 808
Crack up in my swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Blowing bitches kisses
Blowing bitches kisses
Syrup got my twisted
Now we G59 the misfits
Swerving and Im fucked up
Serving time Im locked up
Chopper spraying mac truck
You live a life of bad luck
All my hoes do drugs
All my homies thugs
Bitches bitches fucking scrubs
Explorer on some dubs
This that flex on them with no mercy
That text I get at one-thirty
Bitch bitch begging to get fucked
Leggings on but I rip them up
Just enough to slide up in
All about them Benjamins
Dead presidents
Im heaven sent
You just a fuck boy
Thats irrelevant
Bow down to your sensei
Yung Mutt
You talking to a God boy
G59
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Swerving past the Church in all black clothing
Holding up a middle finger
Mac showing
Throwing cash hoes run and clash
Get their back broken
Pop the cap open
Throat soaking in some liquid potion
Ocean motion motion
Toasting to the stars
Got a great view from Mars
Spit a couple bars just to show it
59 aint far from the start
All brain and heart
Gotta play your part in the game
You aim the dart
Fresh fruit by the platter
Sipping water
Hear it splatter
Got ash on my shirt
But Im me so it never matters
Fuck a job stay at home
Rolling bones until Im gone
Ties on my wrist
This the doped up ghost
Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I dont like rap cause they do it wrong
Im isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
This the doped up ghost
Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I dont like rap cause they do it wrong
Im isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I dont like rap cause they do it wrong
Im isolated because I cannot take this shit no more