Maple Syrup (feat. Bones) [DJ Poliwhirl Remix]
๐ต 2018 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:10 duration
๐ ID: 7749356
๐ Lyrics
This a Scrim beat
Yung Christ
Five-Nine
DJ Scrim with that 808
Crack up in my, swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Crack up in my, swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Crack up- Crack up in my, swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Syrup got me twisted
(Rowdy) G9 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 fucking scrubs
Explorer on some dubs
This that flex on them, with no mercy
That text I get at 1:30
Yo 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
Yung Mutt
You talking to a God boy
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
G59, 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 fucking, 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
G59 ain't far from the start
All brain, and heart
Gotta play your part in the game
Aim the dart
Fresh fruit by the platter
Sipping water
Hear it splatter
Got ash on my, shirt
But I'm me so it never matter
Fuck 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 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
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
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
What? what? I cannot take this shit no more
Yung Christ
Five-Nine
DJ Scrim with that 808
Crack up in my, swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Crack up in my, swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Crack up- Crack up in my, swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Syrup got me twisted
(Rowdy) G9 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 fucking scrubs
Explorer on some dubs
This that flex on them, with no mercy
That text I get at 1:30
Yo 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
Yung Mutt
You talking to a God boy
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
G59, 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 fucking, 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
G59 ain't far from the start
All brain, and heart
Gotta play your part in the game
Aim the dart
Fresh fruit by the platter
Sipping water
Hear it splatter
Got ash on my, shirt
But I'm me so it never matter
Fuck 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 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
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
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
What? what? I cannot take this shit no more
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.51] This a Scrim beat
[00:07.22] Yung Christ
[00:13.07] Five-Nine
[00:18.44] DJ Scrim with that 808
[00:20.95] Crack up in my, swisher
[00:23.44] Blowing bitches kisses
[00:25.81] Crack up in my, swisher
[00:27.93] Blowing bitches kisses
[00:29.75] Crack up- Crack up in my, swisher
[00:32.62] Blowing bitches kisses
[00:35.03] Syrup got me twisted
[00:36.95] (Rowdy) G9 the misfits
[00:39.71] Swerving, and I'm fucked up
[00:42.15] Serving time I'm locked up
[00:43.99] Chopper spraying, mac truck
[00:46.68] You live a life of bad luck
[00:49.32] All my, hoes do drugs
[00:51.82] All my, homies thugs
[00:53.88] Bitches fucking scrubs
[00:55.94] Explorer on some dubs
[00:58.31] This that flex on them, with no mercy
[01:01.02] That text I get at 1:30
[01:03.26] Yo bitch begging to get fucked
[01:05.99] Leggings on, but I rip them up
[01:08.28] Just enough to slide up in
[01:11.00] All about them Benjamin's
[01:12.80] Dead presidents
[01:13.92] I'm heaven sent
[01:15.33] You just a fuck, boy
[01:16.73] That's irrelevant
[01:21.09] Bow down to your sensei
[01:22.85] Yung Mutt
[01:23.45] You talking to a God boy
[01:26.25] (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
[01:28.51] G59, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
[01:37.80] Swerving passed the Church in all black clothing
[01:41.49] Holding up a middle finger
[01:43.68] Mac showing
[01:44.87] Throwing cash hoes run, and clash
[01:47.76] Get their back broken (Gimme that fucking, money)
[01:50.31] Pop the cap open
[01:52.07] Throat soaking in some liquid potion
[01:55.49] Ocean motion
[01:57.41] Toasting to the stars
[01:59.23] Got a great view from, Mars
[02:01.55] Spit a couple bars just to show it ain't hard
[02:06.15] G59 ain't far from the start
[02:10.48] All brain, and heart
[02:12.24] Gotta play your part in the game
[02:15.10] Aim the dart
[02:24.87] Fresh fruit by the platter
[02:27.15] Sipping water
[02:28.29] Hear it splatter
[02:29.72] Got ash on my, shirt
[02:31.80] But I'm me so it never matter
[02:34.32] Fuck a job stay at home
[02:36.67] Rolling bones, until I'm gone
[02:39.04] Hair ties on my wrist
[02:41.39] This the doped up ghost
[02:43.83] Laying in my bed feeling dead now
[02:48.40] Money stashed in my pocket with the bands now
[02:53.83] I don't like rap, cause they do it wrong
[02:57.87] I'm isolated cause I cannot take this shit no more
[03:04.95] Laying in my bed, feeling dead now
[03:08.93] Money stashed in my pocket with the bands now
[03:14.51] I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
[03:18.29] I'm isolated cause I cannot take this, shit no more
[03:24.02] Laying in my bed feeling dead now
[03:28.73] Money stashed in my pocket with the bands now
[03:34.67] I don't like rap, cause they do it wrong
[03:38.68] I'm isolated cause I cannot take this shit no more
[03:43.59] What? what? I cannot take this shit no more
[03:52.68]
[00:07.22] Yung Christ
[00:13.07] Five-Nine
[00:18.44] DJ Scrim with that 808
[00:20.95] Crack up in my, swisher
[00:23.44] Blowing bitches kisses
[00:25.81] Crack up in my, swisher
[00:27.93] Blowing bitches kisses
[00:29.75] Crack up- Crack up in my, swisher
[00:32.62] Blowing bitches kisses
[00:35.03] Syrup got me twisted
[00:36.95] (Rowdy) G9 the misfits
[00:39.71] Swerving, and I'm fucked up
[00:42.15] Serving time I'm locked up
[00:43.99] Chopper spraying, mac truck
[00:46.68] You live a life of bad luck
[00:49.32] All my, hoes do drugs
[00:51.82] All my, homies thugs
[00:53.88] Bitches fucking scrubs
[00:55.94] Explorer on some dubs
[00:58.31] This that flex on them, with no mercy
[01:01.02] That text I get at 1:30
[01:03.26] Yo bitch begging to get fucked
[01:05.99] Leggings on, but I rip them up
[01:08.28] Just enough to slide up in
[01:11.00] All about them Benjamin's
[01:12.80] Dead presidents
[01:13.92] I'm heaven sent
[01:15.33] You just a fuck, boy
[01:16.73] That's irrelevant
[01:21.09] Bow down to your sensei
[01:22.85] Yung Mutt
[01:23.45] You talking to a God boy
[01:26.25] (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
[01:28.51] G59, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
[01:37.80] Swerving passed the Church in all black clothing
[01:41.49] Holding up a middle finger
[01:43.68] Mac showing
[01:44.87] Throwing cash hoes run, and clash
[01:47.76] Get their back broken (Gimme that fucking, money)
[01:50.31] Pop the cap open
[01:52.07] Throat soaking in some liquid potion
[01:55.49] Ocean motion
[01:57.41] Toasting to the stars
[01:59.23] Got a great view from, Mars
[02:01.55] Spit a couple bars just to show it ain't hard
[02:06.15] G59 ain't far from the start
[02:10.48] All brain, and heart
[02:12.24] Gotta play your part in the game
[02:15.10] Aim the dart
[02:24.87] Fresh fruit by the platter
[02:27.15] Sipping water
[02:28.29] Hear it splatter
[02:29.72] Got ash on my, shirt
[02:31.80] But I'm me so it never matter
[02:34.32] Fuck a job stay at home
[02:36.67] Rolling bones, until I'm gone
[02:39.04] Hair ties on my wrist
[02:41.39] This the doped up ghost
[02:43.83] Laying in my bed feeling dead now
[02:48.40] Money stashed in my pocket with the bands now
[02:53.83] I don't like rap, cause they do it wrong
[02:57.87] I'm isolated cause I cannot take this shit no more
[03:04.95] Laying in my bed, feeling dead now
[03:08.93] Money stashed in my pocket with the bands now
[03:14.51] I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
[03:18.29] I'm isolated cause I cannot take this, shit no more
[03:24.02] Laying in my bed feeling dead now
[03:28.73] Money stashed in my pocket with the bands now
[03:34.67] I don't like rap, cause they do it wrong
[03:38.68] I'm isolated cause I cannot take this shit no more
[03:43.59] What? what? I cannot take this shit no more
[03:52.68]