"Magic" lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah

You got a right to brag, but you don't talk about us
Talk about us
Focused on your bag, but you don't talk about us
Talk about us
Straight up off the app, but you don't talk about it
Took a while, but you got it in your bag, and we gon' talk about it

And she just wanna strip and pop that ass at Magic Custom
I ain't mad, what you want, I'ma let you have it, huh
Birkin bag, yeah, I know you come with extra baggage, huh
Real ghetto bitch, she got her name tatted, huh

Skirting off a foreign, that's how you was raised
Runnin' scams, turnin' tricks, that's how you get paid
Rollin' blunts, toting grips, that's how you get sprayed
Who's sellin' the most bricks, that's how you get laid

One thing about these bitches in this crazy game
They gon' fuck the nigga with the biggest chain
And we gon' pick the bitch that got the fattest ass
Type of bitch that make you nut quick, 'cause she movin' fast

Type of bitch pussy get wet soon as you do the dash, huh
Every time it's addin' up, soon as you do the math, huh
And she just wanna strip and pop that ass at Magic, huh
I ain't mad, what you want, I'ma let you have it, huh

Clown cash, movin' fast, it's time to what have it, huh
When this shit just addin' up, you turn to an addict
And she just wanna strip and pop that ass at Magic, huh
I ain't mad, what you want, I'ma let you have it

Streets no double, the last one to speak on
And my bitch be thinkin' I be tweakin', whippin' up dope in the kitchen
Nigga been broke since I met him, he need more than to fix it
Heard he jacked off his money, got caught chokin' his chick

Know that we clickin' with that blow, we caught off from the shot
Hopin' and wishin' that that choke gon' fall up out the sky
These nigga pockets bone dry, I bought out the supply
I let the song cry, won't see no tear fall out my eye

But I got blood in my pupil, it's mug, I'ma shoot you
Before he can put his car in park, we left his shit in neutral
Head bangin' with my rounds, them bloods and them hounds
Uno will push that button on you, I ain't talkin' Hulu

Don't do no lululemon, baby, put you in some Lulu
Come to this gang time, shit, I'm somethin' like a Lua
Still touchin' keys of that Primo with them Fendi bricks
Stacking extras off of the tops, I used to penny-pinch

I got Suzy comin' down, Wendy on her way
Then I got Henry pullin' up, that's a triple play
I just knocked granny down right behind a moped
Tellin' Peggy to come outside, I parked outside a crud

Time me over through credit packs, met up on Hamilton
Textin' Ronnie, I need that scratch, she ain't been answerin'
Ain't turnin' shit down by my collar, but you got the spin
Ran Janice to the ATM inside a Dollar Jean

Whipped in auntie driveway by the Firestone
She came out the crib with her robe and her bunnit on
Got Jason pullin' up with Kenny, Stacey, and Lovey
Caught up with Tracy by the Wendy's, Lacey by the Tubby's

I heard Theresa and Greedy G sharin' dirty needles
Servin' ether to Sheila E, fresh outta Herman Kiesel
Been up since 30 in the A.M., still ain't been to sleep
Pullin' all-nighters, catchin' pops for one-tenth of Gs