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MAPLE SYRUP

by Koopsta Knicca

[Intro: Yung Christ]
This a $crim beat
Yung Christ
5-9
DJ $crim with that 808
Work!

[Verse 1: YUNG CHRIST]
Crack up in my swisher (woop)
Blowing b*tches kisses
Syrup got me twisted (rowdy)
G*59 the Misfits
Swerving and I'm f*cked up
Serving time, I'm locked up
Chopper spraying mac truck (bop, bop, bop)
You live a life of bad luck
All my hoes do drugs (eeh!)
All my homies thugs (woop)
b*tches f*cking scrubs (yeah)
Explorer on some dubs (what?)
This that flex on them with no mercy
That text I get at 1:30
Yo' b*tch begging to get f*cked
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*ckboy, that's irrelevant
Bow down to your sensei
(Yung Mutt)
You talking to a God boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: 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
(Gimme that f*cking money!)
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 (bop, bop, bop)
*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 matter
f*ck a job, stay at home
Rolling bones till I'm gone
Hair ties on my wrist
This the doped up ghost
Laying in my bed now, 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 sh*t no more
Laying in my bed now, 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 sh*t no more
(What? what? I cannot take this sh*t no more...)