Magic Lyrics

They asking when i'm gone get back in the booth well this is it

Blowing big 'zaza', with a rollie on my wrist

Duval you still sipping lean nigga what you think

Turn a yellow fanta red and a sprite hot pink

I been running up them bands moving swift and low-key

Ask around your hood everybody know me

What they gone say about me depends who you asking

Probably the cool dude or the nigga that be taxing

Fuck this shit nigga i'm on this beat rapping

Road runner six figures off in traffic

Lost my speech and got it back like it's magic

You a fuck nigga the only reason why I tax ya

Ain't shit change but the goat got bigger

Got the rollie on my wrist dat I said that I was gone get

Got my passport but I ain't even use it yet

Im on google right now lookin for a trip for me and my bitch

They asking when i'm gone get back in the booth well this it

Blowing big 'zaza', with a rollie on my wrist

Duval you still sipping lean nigga what you think

Turn a yellow fanta red and a sprite hot pink

I been running up them bands moving swift and low-key

Ask around your hood everybody know me

What they gone say about me depends who you asking

Probably the cool dude or the nigga that be taxing