MAG DUMP

[Intro]
(Shadow Wizard Money Gang, we love casting spells)
(Hellset Radio exclusive, bitch)
Shadow Wizard Pussy Fart, we love casting smells, whatever
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (KarmaMob shit, yuh)

[Verse]
Fuckboy want beef, put yo' fist up (Okay)
Glick tucked, in my back pocket, always sticked up
I-i-influx, all this new money in my fist, bruh
Lick, yuh, yo' bitch wanna fuck because I'm sick, bruh
Fuck up on yo' daughter, I might leave her in a back brace
I'm a girl with this water, but I'm fire, boy, it's Math Games
Rap game shitty, all these rappers sound exact same
Stacks came to me, that's why I'm critically acclaimed
Open up the Distro, now that paycheck too fat-fat-fat
You wanna touch my hair, like, bitch, don't do that-that-that
All these rappers square, but you already knew that-that-that
I stay with the pack like I'm a fuckin' Zubat
Like, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Nah, I ain't fuckin' with nobody 'less they in my crew
No, you cannot get a feature, I don't fuck with you
All the homies animals, we breakin' out the zoo
That was corny, but I'm still out gettin' food
And every time I hear a beat, know I'ma eat it like it's food
Like it's food, [?] will not diss me because you lose
If I sound rude inside my music, IRL, that's probably true
I-I-I-I-I can't fuck with rappers, eat 'em like a goon
Way I'm—, way I'm feastin' on these beats, you think I went, like, 302
I'm-I'm-I'm lit like [?], but I'm still workin' on the grooves
Smoking radiation, while yo' lady blow me like a zoo
Mate, you aren't the situation, homie, you are not the dude
These rappers mad I'm innovatin', and they can't do what I do
I'm-I'm-I'm sedated, ho, I'm really faded, bitch, I'm smokin' glue
You Caucasian, look like Ronald Regan, talkin' 'bout some jews
Okay, like, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Why you talkin' shit? Okay, like, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Smokin' on that spliff, okay, like, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Chillin' with yo' bitch, okay, like, yuh, yuh, yuh
She think I'm the shit, like
You get no paper, I'm gon' fade 'em like a typewriter
Do leave his face hurt, all because he tried to face her like a fool
Keep a saber, bitch, I keep a fuckin' laser like a tool
Lil' bitch, you talkin' on the gang, I'll hit you with the one, two
Stick, talkin' bitch, I feel like Jenx2
Go get a check, bitch, every bill I got, the color blue (Ooh)
Wrist wet, bitch, diamonds on me when I'm in the stu'
Lil' bitch, it's BROKIE, I be ballin' straight just like a fuckin loo (ISSBROKIE)

[Outro]
Shadow Wizard Dick Waffle (Yeah), haha
Ayy
In this bit' with a Glock, bit'
Yuh, yuh, yuh, bit', yuh, fuck, yuh