[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)