Crack up in my swisher Blowing bitches kisses Blowing bitches kisses Blowing bitches kisses Syrup got my twisted Now we G*59 the misfits 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 Bitches 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 enough to slide up in All about them Benjamin's Dead presidents I'm heaven sent You just a fuck boy That's irrelevant Bow down to your sensei You talking to a God boy
[Yung Mutt:] G-59 Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Swerving passed 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 ain't far from the start All brain and heart Gotta play your part in the game You aim the dart
[Bones:] Fresh fruit by the platter Sipping water Hear it splatter 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 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 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 moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
