Told that bitch it’s black magic
Pronto, need it pronto
Catch ’em backstage, tell ’em pull up at the condo
Thought about signing but I heard you niggas pay slow
Tried to play a nigga, shawty ended up embarrassed
Had to step back off of G code
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Uh, whip it like Django
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Don’t hit my line, who the fuck are you anyway?
Yeah, she drinkin’ LSA
Two chicks, need the combo
Giving niggas game like cheat codes
Yeah, yeah, aight

Facts, do a bitch cold then I put it on wax, yeah
Uh, blow it out the sunroof, nigga gettin’ careless
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Black magic
Uh, know she love a nigga, feel her friends getting jealous
Still ran it back like beast mode

So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Livin’ nigga but I’m too cold
Fucked her then bounce, don’t do the fade away
Cop car, mind blown
Niggas wonder how it happened
Bitch you wonder how it happened
You niggas dead when I say so
Gone, where’s Waldo
Got good head, still never met her parents
I want the bread and the queso
Told a bad bitch take a picture, what a savage
Real cool nigga but they know I don’t play though
Neck look like marmalade
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Yeah, dick her down good, now she wanna wear my necklace
Yeah, black magic
Thought you knew game but I’ll show you the ropes
Mama looked at me like what would your father say?
Told her come get me, yeah andale, andale
Had to skip work ’cause I thought I was underpaid
Yeah, black magic
Joint full of lettuce, got a bad ho, want to take her out to Paris
Damn, so much for my playbook
Bitch don’t get embarrassed

Damn, that’s tragic
So I took her out to Paris
Top five nigga, case closed
Woah, neck on gold, nose ring full of carats
Hell nah it ain’t safe bro

oah, spazzin’
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But I been grinding since I ran out the gate though
Yeah, black magic
Yeah, black magic
Damn, that’s tragic
Dish ’em to my nigga like I’m Rajon Rondo
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Nah, never meet the parents
Fuckin’ his daughter, she treat me like father’s day
Too fly, had to change clothes
Got a full house on my lease slow
Hit my nigga Tiggy, watch him pull up in a Bronco
Damn, that’s tragic
Had to put the gas in the console
You still think I’m a joke?
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Nose diamond and my neck gold
Uh, told her day one bitch don’t get embarrassed
Damn, that’s tragic
Woah, made me get even, her friend had some shit to say, nah
[Chorus]
Moved to the A then a nigga started rappin’ (facts)