Budd Dwyer - Maple $yrup lyrics

[Verse 1: $crim] Yung Christ 5-9 Crack open my swisher Blowing b**hes kisses Syrup got my twisted Now we G*59 the misfits Swerving and I'm f**ed up Serving time I'm locked up Chopper spraying mac truck You live a life of bad luck All my hoes do d** All my homies thugs b**hes f**ing scrubs Explorer on some dubs This that flex on them with no mercy That text I get at 1:30 Yo b**h begging to get f**ed Leggings on but I rip them up Just enough to slide up in All about them Benjamin's Dead presidents I'm heaven sent You just a f** boy That's irrelevant Bow down to your sensei You talking to a God boy [Verse 2: Oddy Nuff] (Yung Mutt - G*59 Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah) Swerving pa**ed 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 Toasting to the stars Got a great view from Mars Spit a couple bars just to show it ain't hard *59 ain't far from the start All brain and heart Gotta play your part in the game Make sure you aim the dart [Verse 3: Bones] Fresh fruit by the platter Sipping water Hear it splatter Got ash on my shirt But I'm me so it never matters f** a job stay at home Rolling bones until I'm gone Hair ties on my wrist This the doped up ghost Laying in my bed feeling dead now Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now I don't like rap because they do it wrong I'm isolated because I cannot take his sh** no more Laying in my bed now Feeling kind of dead now Money stashed up in my pockets with the bands now I don't like rap because they do it wrong I'm isolated because I cannot take this sh** no more