Magic

Yeah, yeah
I said yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
We gone get that nigga gone like it's magic
We gone get that nigga gone like it's magic
Why they asking like I even know what happened
If that boy keep talking this shit gone get tragic, tragic, tragic (Yeah)
I got niggas from the backstreet with that ratchet, ratchet, ratchet
Got that tool like I'm Clank, my brother Ratchet, Ratchet, Ratchet
If I pull up with my shooters they gone panic, panic, panic
Cause my niggas with me and we causing damage
Imma be up cause I already planned it
And I feel like Aizen cause I know that bitch gone happen
She asked why I keep it tucked, bitch you know I can't be lacking
Baby, I don't give no fuck about that nigga, I'm gone tax him

I used to be shopping at Pacsun, now a young nigga be shopping at Saks
Can't sit inside the house all day I gotta go get them racks
This Glock gon make you disappear, this Glock gone make you vanish
He was talking like he macho, now he up with Randy Savage
I'm pouring inside a Fiji baby, I used to just drink out the tap
Imma keep this Glock beside me baby like we Jak and Dax
And if that boy try to run up on me he get left in the past
And if that boy try to run up on me he get left in the past
Took a tab, and popped some shrooms this shit gone hit me in an hour
I'm high as fuck, I'm on the moon I feel like I got superpowers
Yeah, Yeah
These niggas don't want smoke, these niggas don't want no action
Yeah, Yeah
I'm sipping lean I turned that shit into a habit
Split that boy like a fraction
Went from rags to riches, Aladin
I'm off of this xan but I am not lagging
Pew, Pew, Pow we tagged him
I used to play with them BB's, but now I gotta BB around my waist
Shawty told me that I'm her favorite, told her she got good taste



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Writer(s): Rodney Williams
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