MAKIN MAGIC Lyrics

(ayeeeeeee)

Yuhhhh

20 Rocket on this bit so it gon knock

Makin magic

Bitch, I'm trappin

Damn, I made it happen

Gave O.G. the work

Picked up the mic and started rappin

Got out the valley, out the alley, Vineville, yeah, I stamped it

I'm straight up out the mud, remain street, never Classy

Damn, she had a baby, life a movie, I be the pappy

You the type of nigga beat your bitch, nigga, you Sassy

Ramadan, run it to the check, but I ain't fasting

When you come to Atlanta, better tap in, Them Young nigga's snatchin

Ion gotta do no work, that's why I call my young Niggas

I been put in time, just turned Thirty, long figures

My temper really short, but Fifty-Four, toat long Triggers

I been earn my stripes, hoppin' round the city, but I Ain't tigger

Enough about that shit, let me sit back, count my Paper

I treat that bitch like some candy, see her now or later

Y'all mad about my success, y'all niggas been some Haters

But I got your bitch off in my bed, she shakin' ass just Like a Taser

But I can't help, that I'm hella rich, and I'm hella lit

And when I leave straight out the bank, I tell them, Stack it like I'm mitch

I call my plug to get the black truck, hit the mall and Grab a fit

Then I hit the bank and head back to the crib, I got it Done by six

(Ayeeee)

Make it magic, bitch, I'm trappin, damn, I made it Happen

Gave OG the work, picked up the mic and started Rappin

Got out the valley, out the alley, Vineville, yeah, I Stamped it

I'm straight up out the mud, Remain Street, never Classy

Damn, she had a baby, life a movie, I be the papi

You the type of nigga beat your bitch, nigga, you Sassy

Ramadan, run it to the check, but I ain't fastin

When you come to Atlanta, better tap in, Them Young nigga's snatchin