Hocus Pocus

What's up, Smoke
What's up, Smoke
Nothing
What you got on my drink
Nothing

Fuck, you thought this was
Pussy
Don't lie

Uh
Yeah
Uh
Yeah

Yeah, bitch, we having motion
Don't gotta say nothin' cause she noticed
Hop out then we roll em
Feel like a rollie pollie
Hold up, I can't even focus

Drank, got me movin slowly
I'm sippin' pourin' potion
I feel like Hocus Pocus
Go ahead, get wicked on em

I got two glizzys on me
Just like John Wick, don't it
These blicks got switches on it
Them boys talk bout this and that

How about go get some racks
How bout go spin back
I know these niggas mad
Can't get your twin back

Don't know who did that
Cause Master Splinter know these niggas rats
I'm tryna feed that nigga cheese
Then get that bitch ass nigga whacked

Jack Boys comin' back
We gon' take that nigga sack
I know bitches tryna fuck me
I want even text em back

I grew up seeing niggas servin' crack
All in the trap ain't get in that
I'm the type of nigga go and take it from em
Make him give me that

Think I'm a rapper, huh
Go ahead and wrap him up
He tryna act tough
These niggas mad at fuck

That used to laugh at us
I got them racks up
You in the same place
Stuck in the past, huh

That shit there sad, bruh
Gone have a nigga walk you down
In front your partner with no mask on
That boy shot at my dog

I hop out and start poppin
Then I head home
These niggas out here actin' hard
But they not harder than no headstones

Road runnin' police dodgin
In that Charger, do that dash on em
I get em gone soon as I get it
Been runnin' circles like the flash on em

Gotta pay my jeweler
Drop the bag on em
You know I got them racks on me
This bitch know not to get in no missionary
I hit from the back only

And you know I keep some shooters on the squad
Feel like I'm D'Antoni
And I told that bitch I don't wanna fuck tonight
I put my mans on it

Niggas say that he don't like me
And he say he wanna fight me
Go tell that boy come tryin' me
And that bitch gon' need a IV

I got some killers lurkin' at your spot
Gone take em out like some hibachi
And they know we the ones got the city hot
Just like a bag of takis

I remember he was runnin' like Ricky
Ain't talkin' bout Bobby
We got blickies with them switches and them sticks
ain't for no hockey

And he mad I one night went and fucked his bitch
Like, boy, you're not me
I ain't take her on no date
just told that bitch to come and top me

Yeah
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