Dope Boy Magic Lyrics

The way I stretch that pack, they think I'm Mr. Fantastic

I was down to my last, then I made it happen

GG when you gone drop, bitch I'm still trappin

Make the bag disappear, dope boy magic

I'm smoking back to back, I probably smoked a mansion

Rubberbands on my wrist, I wear it like a Patek

It's the anniversary, I'm picking out her bag

I'm on the way to a play, and I'm doing the dash

I don't need the money slow, you know I need it fast

You would think I'm whipping dope, how it came back

New play on my line, hit me for a grammy

Told you that I'm on the deep end, nigga think he Sandy

Come shop with the plug, I will serve you niggas real candy (candy)

She say she need a half a bag, just bring a bandy

I just poured some green inside the Coke, this is not no Brandy

My lil baby bad and she a vixen, and she call me daddy

I love when they come with all blues, you know that make me happy

Tell a nigga, don't walk on my grass, bitch I think I'm Stanley

Damn GG, why you come like that

Cause bitch I'm really trappin

They hit my line, they only want a 8th

Ok, I'll make it happen

Blue and green, pink money on me nigga Baskin Rabins

Asked me if the trap doing good, better watch what you askin'

The way I stretch that pack, they think I'm Mr. Fantastic

I was down to my last, then I made it happen

GG when you gone drop, bitch I'm still trappin

Make the bag disappear, dope boy magic

I'm smoking back to back, I probably smoked a mansion

Rubberbands on my wrist, I wear em' like a Patek

It's the anniversary, I'm picking out her bag

I'm on the way to a play, and I'm doing the dash

I don't need the money slow, you know I need it fast

You would think I'm whipping, dope how it came back

(New play on my line hit me for a grammy, he hit me for a grammy)