Magic

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Uh, ayy
Stop rappin' my life, nigga
Ayy, huh
Hey, hey

[Refrain: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Rapper-slash-scammer-slash
Hold on, rapper-slash-scammer-slash trapper of the year, huh
Hold on, rapper-slash-scammer-slash trapper of the year
Hold on, all the damn dirt I did, I'm blessed to be here
I'm blessed to be here
Hold on, rapper-slash-scammer, trap
Hey, hold on, rapper-slash-scammer-slash trapper of the year

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
You wanna make your work disappear, just call Bandman, hey
You wanna put your bitch on the strip, call Bandman
I got some jewels for you
Tell a bitch somеthin' they never hеard, they gon' choose on you
Bitch, I'm like the Bishop on my bitch, put that juice on her
Still send them youngins on the missions, poppin' roofs on 'em
Fap-fap-fap-fap-fap, you hear that Glock 22 blowin'
We smoke the biggest cats, nigga, tuh, and went roof on 'em
We stealin' all the 'Cats, all the Scats just to shoot out 'em
Just paid three racks for a car to get him boobopped in
Huh, full-time rapper, that don't mean won't get your noodles spilled
These niggas tough as hell when they get off them pills
These niggas run and tell when they people get killed (Big facts)
I got the black and white too
Know a lot of 6ix9ines that went and testified too
One of them named Rob too (Him)
Rayquan and Will too (Him)
They hang in the same group (Him)
Motherfuckin' goof troops (And it's more of them)

[Refrain: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey (Hey)
Rapper-slash-scammer-slash trapper of the year (Slash trapper of the year)
Hold on, rapper-slash-scammer-slash trapper of the year (Slash trapper of the year)
I can make a call and make that nigga disappear
I can make one call and make the work disappear
Scammer of the year
Trapper of the year
Bitch, this my year

[Verse 2: ShredGang Horse]
I'm a trapper, scammer, robber, and I know a couple killers
I was fuckin' up the road, five hundred every giffy
Can't forget about pimpin', turned that shit to a living
I get bread out all my bitches, really bome up from them trenches
Late night, jump out on missions and don't leave nothing living
Next morning, meet the plug, get the bag, then I flip it
All my opps hoes, I ain't battlin' no bitches
Blow this just like Elmer Fudd, you ain't finna duck no switches
Still tryna up the score like I ain't just come home from prison
Get the drop, grab the strike same day, you know we spinning
If you hit the head, the body fallin', niggas finished
I can't mention dead opps 'cause I'm the one that— shh
Black hoodie on, after dark, turn to a gremlin
R.I.P.s in every glizzy, we gon' closed-casket niggas
You a boy with a pussy, man, I hate you— niggas
I done been a lot of shit, but I ain't never been no witness