Magnificent

Yeah, she love to roll that weed up, yeah, in the back of the Cadillac
Heard they lookin' through the stash, yeah, I got those baggies checked

Goin' up this shit at LDC, gon' end up on the Rap Snacks
Slide through NYC and Brooklyn, yeah, uh, smokin' exotic sacks
Trappin' up out the urr, uh, keep that on the low
I'm up on the block with Dillinger, yeah, uh, we slammin' them doors

Nah they cannot keep me from the cash, they keep me from the dough
Yeah, smokin' that banjo, kazooie, yeah, smokin' that buddha
Yeah, drinkin' that H2O, yeah, uh, make sure I get my fluids
When I went broke, yeah, had to get back to that moolah had to get back with my goonies

Swerving that Raptor Truck, yeah, the bitch callin' me the call of duty
Know I'm Gol D. Roger, lil' boy, know I'm grabbin' up on that booty
Know we countin' stacks, lil' boy, yeah, I probably gave 50K to Tooty
She ain't ever smiling around you, lil' boy, no wonder you so damn moody

Like Lope Dope, you so damn hard, man, how the fuck you do it
I just keep my legends around me, yeah, keep on movin
Every day I wake up, I just do it, yeah, like Nike, yeah, that bullshit muted
This that bag getting music, yeah, that good vibe music

Pineapple and kale in my smoothie
Ain't no talkin' like Waka Flocka, yeah, uh, o' Let's do it, feel like Drizzy
Up in the mornin', I wake up, yeah, my hotline blingin
On the mic again, talkin' my shit, yeah, I might just sing it

Don't be talkin' that shit on my map, lil' boy, yeah, I might just ping it
All this money in my pocket, yeah, it's lingerin', it's lingerin
Cranberries, yeah, I'm zombie walkin' with my stick again
You ever woke up in the mornin' feelin' magnificent

Slammin' it for an hour, nah, ain't no minute, man
Woke up in the mornin', said, fuck it, we gon' be ignorant



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Writer(s): Zachary Loper
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