MY TOWN LYRICS – BAK JAY

Read the full My Town lyrics by BAK Jay along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Bak Jay’s music, you can also explore How I’m Feeling and Rat K, two other songs by Bak Jay.

[Intro]
My town fu*k you up don’t come this way might be s*it outta luck, be s*it outta luck, Oh s*it

[Verse 1]

My town, fu*k you up
Don’t come this way; might be s*it outta luck
You see switches and drakes when we hop out the cut. (Hop out the cut)
I’m with all of the smack; crack his head like a nut
I’m with all of the smack ’cause don’t like where I’m at, ’cause I’m really a ba*tard. (Really a ba*tard)
I make a play, disappear like I’m Casper
I told ’em don’t try me like I am a rapper
He talking ’bout throwing his fists but don’t even know that the car full of blicks
I’ve been playing with sticks since like 16, don’t even care when they shoot ’cause I know they gone miss
We be killing the ops, get ’em dropped for that diss
You be loving that thot, but she gobbling d!ck
I be dropping the top when I ride through the six; got a whole lotta fashion, which option to pick?
Whole lotta racks, I’ve been thumbing and thumbing and thumbing it
If I catch you lacking, believe that I’m bumping it
I’m sipping on wocky and walking the mummy dis
She turn me up; life could feel like a junky
Hoe, is you laced? Must think I’m dumb; you can’t play with my face
Would’ve got smoked; lucky I got a case
My b!tch get to spraying that s*it like some ace
I just get to popping ’em pills for the taste
Call lil twin; he said, “What you tryna do?” S*it, I’m tryna go back to the block, but I know I’m making this money I rap 200, 300, 400 hundred a pop
I told her keep going; she better not stop
I know that I’m blowing; I just got the drop
Pull up in that foreign, just got off the lot. Lil bro got sum for ’em; your head is a dot

[Verse 2]

My town, fu*k you up
Don’t come this way; might be s*it outta luck. (S*it outta luck)
You see switches and drakes when we hop out the cut
I’m with all of the smack; crack his head like a nut
I’m with all of the smack ’cause don’t like where I’m at, ’cause I’m really a ba*tard

I make a play, disappear like I’m Casper
I told ’em don’t try me like I am a rapper. He talking ’bout throwing his fists but don’t even know that the car full of blicks
I’ve been playing with sticks since like 16, don’t even care when they shoot ’cause I know they gone miss
We be killing the ops, get ’em dropped for that diss
You be loving that thot, but she gobbling d!ck
I be dropping the top when I ride through the six; got a whole lotta fashion, which option to pick? (Which option to pick?)

[Outro]

Whole lotta racks, I’ve been thumbing and thumbing and thumbing it
If I catch you lacking, believe that I’m bumping it
I’m sipping on wocky and walking and mummy dis
She turn me up; life could feel like a junky
Hoe, is you laced? Must think I’m dumb; you can’t play with my face
Would’ve got smoked; lucky I got a case
My b!tch get to spraying that s*it like some ace
I just get to popping ’em pills for the taste

(I just get to poppin em pills for the taste hold on, for the taste, hoe is you laced mmm mmm you can’t play with my face alat come on)