Swami Mags Bayberry Boyz
[Tag]
Beautiful as always, Mags
[Verse 1]
Leave the kid be, don't make me angry
Enraged, filled with hate, you a fake and a pansy
Already great and ain't all that I can be
To me, I ain't shit but to you I'm a Grammy
If war winds are blowing, I'll bring out the family
Double-0 squad got the gods and they're goin'
Break out the Trans-Am before you reloaded
My beam sword is burning my foes, looking hopeless
Got all these bitches up on me they 2D
They frequent my avi, don't act like you knew me
Little for coolie but high yes I truly
Don't know which way's up, please don't confuse me
If she act up then that's right where she lose me
I don't give a f..ck it's your loss if you choosing
I be making moves, you can stay where you're groovy
I just don't think that I'll be where you are groovin'
Shit, didn't think I would snap, huh?
Hop in my rocket ship, f..ck it blast off
I am tired as hell from just working my job
Just give me my check and then f..ck it I'm gone
[Hook x4]
Bayberry Boyz
Bayberry Boyz
Bayberry Boyz
[Verse 2]
Cruising through the business
Got a couple wallets just so I can fit it
If you talk then you ain't got it how I live it
People angry, they can swear that they can get it
Stupid in a fitted
Travel real deep, it's just me and some 'toons
Talking 'bout 2D hoes flat in my room
Stay up 'til four, I don't work until Noon
Back to my job, supply pack to the goons
First thing I do: wake up and brush my teeth
Shower, get dressed, and then put on my shoes
You want it, I got it, just give me a few
I deliver the goods, you might see me there soon
Pull up in Vans, Polo socks, and on shrooms
After that, pop a Xan, back from the moon
Mags got some raps for a rapper that ain't really nice
Or that be saying anything cool
OOOH!
Wouldn't you look at your face
Like it would pain you to say that I'm great
f..ck you for real, I am everyone's taste
Slandering Mags, nobody can relate
