Magic

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah

You got a right to brag, but you don't talk about us

Talk about us

Focused on your bag, but you don't talk about us

Talk about us

Straight up off the app, but you don't talk about it

Took a while, but you got it in your bag, and we gon' talk about it

And she just wanna strip and pop that ass a magic custom

I ain't mad, what you want, I'ma let you have it, huh

Birkin bag, yeah, I know you come with extra baggage, huh

Real ghetto bitch, she got her name tatted, huh

Skirting off a foreign, that's how you was raised

Runnin' scams, turnin' tricks, that's how you get paid

Rollin' blunts, toting grips, that's how you get sprayed

Who's sellin' the most bricks, that's how you get laid

One thing about these bitches in this crazy game

They gon' fuck the nigga with the biggest chain

And we gon' pick the bitch that got the fattest ass

Type of bitch that make you nut quick, cause she movin' fast

Type of bitch pussy, get wet soon as you do the dash, huh

Every time it's addin' up, soon as you do the math, huh

And she just wanna strip and pop that ass a magic, huh

I ain't mad, what you want, I'ma let you have it, huh

Clown cash, movin' fast, it's time to what have it, huh

When this shit just addin' up, you turn to a addict

And she just wanna strip and pop that ass a magic, huh

I ain't mad, what you want, I'ma let you have it

Streets no double, the last one to speak on

And my bitch be thinkin' I be tweakin', whippin' up dope in the kitchen

Nigga been broke since I met him, he need more than to fix it

Heard he jacked off his money, got caught chokin' his chick

Know that we clickin' with that blow, we caught off from the shot

Hopin' and wishin' that that choke gon' fall up out the sky

These niggas pockets bone dry, I bought out the supply

I let the song cry, won't see no tear fall out my eye

But I got blood in my pupil, it's mug, I'ma shoot you

Before he can put his car in park, we left his shit in neutral

Head bangin' with my rounds, them bloods in them hounds

Uno will push that button on you, I ain't talkin' hulu

Don't do no lululemon, baby, put you in some lulu

Come to this gang time, shit, I'm somethin' like a Lua

Still touchin' keys of that Primo with them Fendi bricks

Stacking extras off of the tops, I used to penny—pinch

I got Suzy comin' down, Wendy on her way

Then I got Henry pullin' up, that's a triple play

I just knocked granny down right behind a moped

Tellin' Peggy to come outside, I parked outside a crud

Time me over through credit packs, met up on Hamilton

Textin' Ronnie, I need that scratch, she ain't been answered

Ain't turnin' shit down by my collar, but you got the spin

Ran Janice to the ATM inside a dollar jean

Whipped an auntie driveway by the firestone

She came out of the crib with her robe and her bunnin' on

Got Jason pullin' up with Kenny, Stacey and Lovey

Caught up with Tracy by the Wendy's, Lacey by the Tubby's

I heard Theresa and Greedy G sharein' dirty needles

Servin' Ether to Sheila E, fresh outta Herman Kiesel

Been up since 30 and the A.M. still ain't been to sleep

Pullin' all nighters, catchin' pops for one—tenth of Gs