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You already know what the fuck going on, OBG In the motherfucker though. You already know what The fuck going on, socks my pocket like a Boxing match, little baby. You already know what the Fuck going on. It's magic, bitch Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Focus, focus, I'm the dopest, they like Farmers got The magic Big bag with my baby but these Hoes be hard to manage I you 30 to 100, baby, I can't do no capping 100, We in traffic, music blasting while I'm sagging You Gon' go get it, just go get it, nigga, Don't do no backstabbing Oh, you real good? Look back at know I beat it up like A jackrabbit Only Fendi on the blade, she's a Runner, runner, runner Know you sweating in that Wig, it's a hot girl summer We outside, It's summertime, I'm on your bumper The drop top, I see your bitch, I want her number She Walk all day, you better not wife her, just Get fun for her That's it, don't even hug Her, if I'm chipping, then I dump her Bitch Said I got game, I ain't gon' lie, I Got a jumper I call it magic, I can Talk you out your shit, I ain't gon' touch Her My lil' bitch ratchet, I can call her Ass a slut and she gon' love it Always Macking, if I see something I like, I'm calling Dubs on it Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic You think you top rank, but you not, we Had to get that understood Yeah, I was thirsty For that bag, ain't slotting to a jug And It's just me, if I catch them niggas out, Then I flame anything I beat If I catch Them niggas out, then I flame anything I beat If I ever send them K, we drop some Bombs over there I'm tryna run that paper up, I got my mind on the M And I'ma Keep on stacking paper, can't go broke like all Of them And I'ma keep crashing these cars, don't Give a fuck 'bout none them Ain't no love Up in this shit, just push the bullshit to The side And she always talking shit when she Got bullshit on her mind She be all up In her feelings 'cause I never make no time And if I didn't have a dime, would you Still thug up on my side? Pretty face and her waist right, pull up when It's late night They ain't have a chance to Grieve, we pull up at that gravesite Be killing On the tape like the beam keep the aim Right Then skrrt off in the foreign, swerving lanes, Screaming "J side" J side Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Ayy, I feel like Magic Don Juan, my bitch Tall, rich, and fine I put cameras everywhere so Ain't no need to testify Just know you gotta Be special if you come where I reside FMB, BSG, step on niggas with our feet Pull up On you fifty deep, got my switch under the Seat Ain't nothing 'bout me classic, turn one to Four, that's magic Throw a Hail Mary at a Nigga like it's John Mase I still pull turnarounds, I just retired from the house I'm done fucking With these niggas, everybody moving foul It's always The broke-ass niggas talking loud Don't disrespect The Woop 'cause he'll gun a nigga down I Put fortunes on the coupe just so I can Float around Two-door, four-matic, fill the trunk up With pounds I'm a D-Tre nigga, I put on Out of town hundred balls on the truck, when They touch, bust 'em down Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Ayy, just slopped the fuck Out this bitch, she was talking slick Lamaris on My jeans plus a Carti, I'm a walking lick Hit him with the sporty, niggas thought he had Parkinson's Burning the booth down, Bitch, I'm an arsonist I feel like 50 with This stick, bitch, it's magic Passing bitches to my Nigga like I'm Magic Bitch think she the shit, I ain't never seen you at no pageant My Bitch ain't ghetto, but she down to hold my Ratchet We got movie clips for niggas that be Acting Nigga work at Lids, he be doing all That capping Them niggas ain't gon' slide, they just Be writing captions In your town, You ain't never been a factor Make a nigga Disappear like it's magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic