Magic (feat. Gillz, beat by BDM)

She say she want that dope boy magic She say she want that dope boy magic Smoking on that good dope (Good dope) She say she want that dope boy magic She say she want that dope boy magic Got a real thug with a real savage (Whoa) Whats a thug to you baby huh Pants saggin Mix it with that ratchet (Smoke) Smokin on that good dope (Good dope) She say she fuckin with my accent (Whoa) Now gone hit this blunt & pass it Got a real thug With some real passion Yea Smokin on that good good (Yea) Baby buss it open Get this good wood (Whoa) I’m only on them smooth vibes Red eyes (Yea) Clear skies Yea (Yea) She around me Cuz I’m fly as shit (I’m fly) Got my guys with me Like I’m magic bitch (Whoa) Desert Eagle hold a full clip (Get at me) Purp blowin koolin But I’m taking risk Uh Shoot my shot with this red chick (What up) Yea Spittin city shit let a winner in (Let me in) How I’m feeling You look so exotic Black lights glowin We just chillin, vibin (Whoa whoa) (Smokin on that good dope) Even when we chillin lightly Grip her throat (She like that) Mm She say that I’m a great vibe (She know it) Like a love note But this a thug show (Hold up) Hold up, what's his name Yea Ol dude She talkin about her ex Rubbing on her wounds (Dam) We only looking forward F*ck the old news (F*ck the old news) She ain't never been around it This is so new She said She say she want that dope boy magic Got a real thug with a real savage (Whoa) Whats a thug to you baby huh Pants saggin Mix it with that ratchet (Smoke) Smokin on that good dope (Good dope) Yea She say she fuckin with my accent (Whoa) Now gone hit this blunt & pass it (Whats up bro) Got a real thug With some real passion Aye country bo You know I’m from the 4 But I don't brag a lot Money makin ain't no hard Decision you want cash or not She be bitchin I ain't even trippin Cuz she have alot Other bastards they can Run in traffic How they crashin now Gillie in his bag for now Two cups in my soda pull I aint drinking lean But kerosene I’m turning up My poach Overdosing, all my folks be blowin Potent Zaza 93’ll make ya castad I be chillim, in my casa All the laws be starting problems (Whoa) F*ck it lets check it then I’m just making dollara doing nada Like a mexican PSA invested in Finances I’m stretching them She intrigued with trying to Make some cheese so here your Lesson then Back in the stick Kickin shit With my potna nem Truth in this bitch Been legit Since with boxx & nem She give me fit But she thick I aint knockin them (Aye) Crashin on my passion Make it cash in like a doctoe bill She say she want that dope boy magic (Magic) Shit Well hell I got a trick for you (I got it) Come chill up in here Guaranteed you’ll disappear From everything that you Used to do (She said) She say she want that dope boy magic Got a real thug with a real savage (Whoa) Whats a thug to you baby huh Pants saggin Mix it with that ratchet (Smoke) Smokin on that good dope (Good dope) She say she fuckin with my accent (Whoa) Now gone hit this blunt & pass it Got a real thug With some real passion