baymusic by Kig V2 Lyrics
[Chorus]
Rags, I’m in rags
I’m in rags, I look cash
Ayyy!
Stacked, but you mad
I’m in rags, but I’m fab
Ayyy!
Rags, I’m in rags
Blow your grasp, like a tab
Ayyy!
Rags, I’m in rags
I look so, fucking snazZAY!
[Verse 1]
Gangly guy, ain’t gots no gang
You still flinch, ain’t got jut my head
You cut your eyes like butter knives, you ain’t no threat, you’re butter fed
Spit facts ‘til the buzzer ends
I bitch smack, and the buzzard’s fed
You blubber, and I’m buggin’, so bust a buck, like, fuck my rennnnt, agh!
She on fire for the poker, she gotsta give that shit for Lent, yah!
Treat industry plants like Pogo, and I ain’t need no fucking mentor!
Ya’all think you do the most, though, if I went in half, it’d mess ya’all!
Bro ain’t got real motive, I’m just off my fucking meds, yahhhhh
Dick size fine, ain’t need a Benz, yah
Still blow a kiss to feds, yah
My soul’s coat white, can’t choke my life
In broad daylight, so bide ya’all’s time
Just swallow life, bravado guise
And earn your star, the hollow type
Not from a gun, but the heaven you destabilized...
Trucker hat, no Cable Guy
Jumpy cat, no razor ice
Still can’t fucking bat, these sable eyes
I’m fucking mad, I’m fucking dry
Should’ve fucking died, but when it comes to life
It’s succulent, until I’ve savored twice...
Yah!
[Chorus]
Rags, I’m in rags
I’m in rags, I look cash
Ayyy!
Stacked, but you mad
I’m in rags, but I’m fab
Ayyy!
Rags, I’m in rags
Blow your grasp, like a tab
Ayyy!
Rags, I’m in rags
I look so damn--unf...
[Verse 2]
Fuck a dap, fuck a deal
You hard for Gram, but not for real
Fuck a front, here’s a bill
Hunts are fun, do as you will
You think that real G’s sniffing pills? No
Think that real G’s imbeciles? No
That their best friend’s a Spaniel? No
Scared to skip or split a meal? No
If you had a fucking backbone, you wouldn’t be gassed, and boast
How subconscious racists that are as in touch with the facts as ghosts
Bump your songs in lame places, pretend they’re ratchet hoes
While their granddad exploits you bum ass boys, and buys a boat for his summer massive home...
Doggy dog, I’ve Seen you
Dodge the dong of God too fucking long
To just kiss ass, or sit back, while the
Aks, Vlads, Adams and Doms
Donkey Kong the bongos
The hacks amassing, pronto
Let’s tango
Goooong!
Summon a dummy soooong!
Pick your poison, any poison, with the toooongs!
Arab Zaywop, he ain’t really bout no drammmm’
But if my dick’s your Tums, I got the stamina!
[Chorus]
Rags, I’m in rags
I’m in rags, I look cash
Ayyy!
Stacked, but you mad
I’m in rags, but I’m fab
AYYY!
Rags, I’m in rags
Blow your grasp, like a tab
Ayyy!
Rags, I’m in rags
I look so, fucking snazz-ayYYY
AY-AY, AY, AY, AY-AY
AYYYYYYYY!
Rags, I’m in rags
I’m in rags, I look cash
Ayyy!
Stacked, but you mad
I’m in rags, but I’m fab
Ayyy!
Rags, I’m in rags
Blow your grasp, like a tab
Ayyy!
Rags, I’m in rags
I look so, fucking snazZAY!
[Verse 1]
Gangly guy, ain’t gots no gang
You still flinch, ain’t got jut my head
You cut your eyes like butter knives, you ain’t no threat, you’re butter fed
Spit facts ‘til the buzzer ends
I bitch smack, and the buzzard’s fed
You blubber, and I’m buggin’, so bust a buck, like, fuck my rennnnt, agh!
She on fire for the poker, she gotsta give that shit for Lent, yah!
Treat industry plants like Pogo, and I ain’t need no fucking mentor!
Ya’all think you do the most, though, if I went in half, it’d mess ya’all!
Bro ain’t got real motive, I’m just off my fucking meds, yahhhhh
Dick size fine, ain’t need a Benz, yah
Still blow a kiss to feds, yah
My soul’s coat white, can’t choke my life
In broad daylight, so bide ya’all’s time
Just swallow life, bravado guise
And earn your star, the hollow type
Not from a gun, but the heaven you destabilized...
Trucker hat, no Cable Guy
Jumpy cat, no razor ice
Still can’t fucking bat, these sable eyes
I’m fucking mad, I’m fucking dry
Should’ve fucking died, but when it comes to life
It’s succulent, until I’ve savored twice...
Yah!
[Chorus]
Rags, I’m in rags
I’m in rags, I look cash
Ayyy!
Stacked, but you mad
I’m in rags, but I’m fab
Ayyy!
Rags, I’m in rags
Blow your grasp, like a tab
Ayyy!
Rags, I’m in rags
I look so damn--unf...
[Verse 2]
Fuck a dap, fuck a deal
You hard for Gram, but not for real
Fuck a front, here’s a bill
Hunts are fun, do as you will
You think that real G’s sniffing pills? No
Think that real G’s imbeciles? No
That their best friend’s a Spaniel? No
Scared to skip or split a meal? No
If you had a fucking backbone, you wouldn’t be gassed, and boast
How subconscious racists that are as in touch with the facts as ghosts
Bump your songs in lame places, pretend they’re ratchet hoes
While their granddad exploits you bum ass boys, and buys a boat for his summer massive home...
Doggy dog, I’ve Seen you
Dodge the dong of God too fucking long
To just kiss ass, or sit back, while the
Aks, Vlads, Adams and Doms
Donkey Kong the bongos
The hacks amassing, pronto
Let’s tango
Goooong!
Summon a dummy soooong!
Pick your poison, any poison, with the toooongs!
Arab Zaywop, he ain’t really bout no drammmm’
But if my dick’s your Tums, I got the stamina!
[Chorus]
Rags, I’m in rags
I’m in rags, I look cash
Ayyy!
Stacked, but you mad
I’m in rags, but I’m fab
AYYY!
Rags, I’m in rags
Blow your grasp, like a tab
Ayyy!
Rags, I’m in rags
I look so, fucking snazz-ayYYY
AY-AY, AY, AY, AY-AY
AYYYYYYYY!