Magic City Lyrics

Four door Beamer but I'm still one deep thug all bitch's if they leave then they leave

Bought him a foreign just to tare it up like fuck what they saying all this shit I don paid for

Four door Beamer but I'm still one deep throw all the drugs if I'm getting pulled over

Thug all my bitch's if they leave then they leave fall off in Magic like finding another

Stuck in my bag we gone ball the whole Summer don't turn me down when I flex

Try to talk raw and get hit with that thumper hit from the back all my chains round my Neck

Foreign M series leave two hundred on the dash light li flex take a pic with em racks out

Ran up a bag in that field I'm a cash cow safe for the money for the drugs keep stash House

Ain't hearing what you saying took the fast route I think I'm addicted to hustling

They ain't fuck with me at first hit me up as I land now all of that shit that they doing I dan Done it

Light li buss on a Cartie that's nothing surrounded by killers and trappers

Smoking on opps in the back of the functions gone beat to the cadence of sound of my Trumpet

Forever fall short on the plan he had rushed it shorty know I ain't one of them

Drew from the deck when I start having motion showed em too much I ain't holding Discussions

Four door Beamer but I'm still one deep throw all the drugs if I'm getting pulled over

Thug all my bitch's if they leave then they leave fall off in Magic like finding another

Stuck in my bag we gone ball the whole Summer don't turn me down when I flex

Try to talk raw and get hit with that thumper hit from the back all my chains round my Neck

Diamonds is money when I talk you can hear it blow on my watch just to flood my own Wrist

Six speed paddle shifting all of the gears bought him a foreign just to tare it up

Like Fuck what they saying all this shit I don paid for still in my bag I been stacking up

Go Hop in em Foreign's and go acting up rear view camera when I'm backing up

Make it slide out the parking lot slide out the parking lot

Made it on our owe why they mad at us it ain't never too much I ain't had enough

Wait how he know us he a fan or something oh that's just paparazzi that's just paparazzi

Four door Beamer but I'm still one deep throw all the drugs if I'm getting pulled over

Thug all my bitch's if they leave then they leave fall off in Magic like finding another

Stuck in my bag we gone ball the whole Summer don't turn me down when I flex

Try to talk raw and get hit with that thumper hit from the back all my chains round my Neck