Swami Mags - Bayberry Boyz lyrics

[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 sh** 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 b**hes 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** 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' sh**, didn't think I would snap, huh? Hop in my rocket ship, f** it blast off I am tired as hell from just working my job Just give me my check and then f** 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** you for real, I am everyone's taste Slandering Mags, nobody can relate