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Maple $yrup
$uicideboy$
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This a Scrim beat
Yung Christ
Five-nine
DJ Scrim with that 808
Crack up in my swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
(Bang) crack up in my swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
(Bang, bang) crack up, crack up in my swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Syrup got me twisted
Now we G-59 the misfits
Swerving, swerving and I'm fucked up
Serving time I'm locked up
Chopper spraying mac truck
You live a life of bad luck
All my hoes do drugs
All my homies thugs
Bitch-bitches fucking scrubs
Explorer on some dubs
This that flex on them with no mercy
That text I get at 1:30
Bitch, bitch begging to get fucked
Leggings on but I rip them up
Just, just enough to slide up in
All about them Benjamin's
Dead presidents, I'm heaven sent
You just a fuck boy
That's, that's irrelevant
Bow down to your sensei
Yung Mutt (you talking to a god, boy)
(Gee, gee, gee)
G-59
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, s- 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
Motion, motion
Toasting to the stars
Got a great view from Mars
Spit a couple bars just to show it
Five-nine, ain't far from the start
All brain and heart
Gotta play your part in the game
You aim, you aim the dart
Fresh fruit by the platter
Sipping water
Hear it splatter
Got ash, got ash on my shirt
But I'm me so it never matters
Fuck a job stay at home
Rolling bones until I'm 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 don't like rap 'cause they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
This ghost
Laying, laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I don't like rap 'cause they do it wrong
Iso-isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
Laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands n-
I don't like rap 'cause they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more