[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)