Magic
Whoo, woah-woah, yeah
Swear these niggas try stealing my swag, yeah
Yeah, swear these niggas tried get in my bag, yeah
Uh, swear she with me cause I'm sumn you ain't had, yeah
The press I want for a show, you gone need three promoters (three promoters)
I had them Bently's and Bently's and Lambs but I shoulda copped that Rover
She said I'm on top cause I made these plays, swear my money got longer (ah-yeah, huh)
And I thank God for the life he gave, but my heart got colder (this shit cold)
All these diamonds on me I'm a stoner (look at my wrist tho)
Fuck this hoe, and I'm leaning her over (this shit, hoe)
Got a Glock with a beam in my holster
Gotta watch for them demons they closer
Keeping track what you do in this life
See your soul, there ain't nowhere to hide
Different realm, she in love with the high
Coming through like a thief in the night, yeah
(Blatt, yeah) woah
Yeah, and the chop gone spray like havoc
Niggas get gone like magic, huh
Said he want war, shit tragic (tragic)
Niggas gone "Up where you at" it, huh
Tried to snatch my soul, can't have it
In the realm of spirits, ain't lasting (yeah)
She wanna party with us (she wanna party with us)
I lost track of your signs more than once, oh
I told em I'm good where I'm at, can't go to the West-end (West, uh)
I be coolin' in whole different realms (realms), these spirits my best friends
Woo, ride round, yeah
Swear these niggas try stealing my swag, yeah (swag, yeah)
Yeah, swear these niggas tried get in my bag, yeah (tried get in my bag)
Uh, swear she with me cause I'm sumn you ain't had, yeah
The press I want for a show, you gone need three promoters (three promoters)
I had them Bently's and Bently's and Lambs but I shoulda copped that Rover
She said I'm on top cause I made these plays, swear my money got longer (ah-yeah, huh)
And I thank God for the life he gave, but my heart got colder (this shit cold)
All these diamonds on me I'm a stoner (look at my wrist tho)
Fuck this hoe, and I'm leaning her over (this shit, hoe)
Got a Glock with a beam in my holster
Gotta watch for them demons they closer
Keeping track what you do in this life
See your soul, there ain't nowhere to hide
Different realm, she in love with the high
Coming through like a thief in the night, yeah
(Yeah, and the chop gone spray like havoc)
(Niggas get gone like magic, huh)
(Said he want war, shit tragic)
(Niggas gone "up where you at" it, huh)
Swear these niggas try stealing my swag, yeah
Yeah, swear these niggas tried get in my bag, yeah
Uh, swear she with me cause I'm sumn you ain't had, yeah
The press I want for a show, you gone need three promoters (three promoters)
I had them Bently's and Bently's and Lambs but I shoulda copped that Rover
She said I'm on top cause I made these plays, swear my money got longer (ah-yeah, huh)
And I thank God for the life he gave, but my heart got colder (this shit cold)
All these diamonds on me I'm a stoner (look at my wrist tho)
Fuck this hoe, and I'm leaning her over (this shit, hoe)
Got a Glock with a beam in my holster
Gotta watch for them demons they closer
Keeping track what you do in this life
See your soul, there ain't nowhere to hide
Different realm, she in love with the high
Coming through like a thief in the night, yeah
(Blatt, yeah) woah
Yeah, and the chop gone spray like havoc
Niggas get gone like magic, huh
Said he want war, shit tragic (tragic)
Niggas gone "Up where you at" it, huh
Tried to snatch my soul, can't have it
In the realm of spirits, ain't lasting (yeah)
She wanna party with us (she wanna party with us)
I lost track of your signs more than once, oh
I told em I'm good where I'm at, can't go to the West-end (West, uh)
I be coolin' in whole different realms (realms), these spirits my best friends
Woo, ride round, yeah
Swear these niggas try stealing my swag, yeah (swag, yeah)
Yeah, swear these niggas tried get in my bag, yeah (tried get in my bag)
Uh, swear she with me cause I'm sumn you ain't had, yeah
The press I want for a show, you gone need three promoters (three promoters)
I had them Bently's and Bently's and Lambs but I shoulda copped that Rover
She said I'm on top cause I made these plays, swear my money got longer (ah-yeah, huh)
And I thank God for the life he gave, but my heart got colder (this shit cold)
All these diamonds on me I'm a stoner (look at my wrist tho)
Fuck this hoe, and I'm leaning her over (this shit, hoe)
Got a Glock with a beam in my holster
Gotta watch for them demons they closer
Keeping track what you do in this life
See your soul, there ain't nowhere to hide
Different realm, she in love with the high
Coming through like a thief in the night, yeah
(Yeah, and the chop gone spray like havoc)
(Niggas get gone like magic, huh)
(Said he want war, shit tragic)
(Niggas gone "up where you at" it, huh)
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Writer(s): Donovan Whitfield
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