Dope Boy Magic

[Chorus]
Gucci I got it, Louis I got it
Versace I got it, that’s dope boy magic
I’m dope boy swagging, twenty cal packing
Forty cal packing and my Trues still sagging
Gucci I got it, Louis I got it
Versace I got it, that’s dope boy magic
I’m dope boy swagging, twenty cal packing
Forty cal packing and my Trues still sagging

[Verse 1]
I’m a dope ass nigga with a dope ass swag
Need a dope ass bitch with a dope big ass
Tote a dope big gun, selling dope big bags
Got a lot of fucking money from these fucking dopeheads
You won’t make it out the trap, homie [?]
Gucci, Louis, know I got it, shit gettin' old, that’s not a [?]
Fucking bitches in the trap, born ho get it back
Pretty girl in the trap, she ain’t never going back
Ain’t a trap girl baby, why you steady tryna act?
You won’t make it in the trap, so don’t bring your ass back
Flipping, flipping, stacking, stack
Bringing chickens through the back
I got money on the floor, I got shooters at the door
Shook a couple haters off, then some killers knocked em off
Homie just cause you got Santa don’t mean you’re by my mama’s house
Broke nigga watch your mouth, knick him like it was a draw
Heard she got some label money, did you really get some money?

[Chorus]
Gucci I got it, Louis I got it
Versace I got it, that’s dope boy magic
I’m dope boy swagging, twenty cal packing
Forty cal packing and my Trues still sagging

[Outro]
Will she make it out the trap? lord knows
Most these bitches in the trap, they born hoes
Foreign clothes, foreign cars, condos
I’m a motherfucking star, they John Does
Will she make it out the trap? lord knows
Most these bitches in the trap, they born hoes
Foreign clothes, foreign cars, condos
I’m a motherfucking star, they John Does