​magic

[Intro]
Do you wanna go to war? Do you wanna go war?
4everthumbin'
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

[Chorus]
Pull out them bands, look like Lizzo (Uh-huh)
Flipping that paper like judo (Like judo)
Yeah, that shit real blue like Articuno
Hit her and her friend, where the new ho? (Woo)
Catching feelings, that shit out the window
On these sweats, yeah, I'm dripping Hail Lucy (Hail Lucy)
Get high as fuck, now my life like a movie
She got a big butt, I'm calling her Judy
She pull up on me, she driving a whoopty
And I go in every time like I'm hooping (Yeah)
Take the smoke to the face, Kurt Cobain
Yеah, I pull out my phone, hit a play in the bando (Yeah, yеah, yeah), you know that we digital trappin'
I wouldn't be as having without my gang, or Dolcé, yeah, he showed me the magic

[Verse]
I was born and raised in fucking Georgia (Huh)
Moved to Cali when I got a lil' older (Uh-huh)
Met my brother, yeah, he a damn soldier
Came back in the A in eleventh grade
And I got to the green like I'm 'sposed to
Bad bitch, wanna go to eat (Uh), bae, I'm the menu (Uh-uh)
I'm a rockstar, we gon' mosh up at my venues (Uh-uh)
I'm a dog, nigga, eat these beats up like they can-food (Uh, uh-uh)
And I ball, nigga, runway drip when I step through (Uh, when I step through)
Yeah, my drip comin' from overseas
Maison Margiela all on my sweater
Niggas envy me, I do it better
And this shit real light work like a featjer
Smokin' on gas that grow up in LA
They won't pay me so I take they cheddar
Made it through the rain with no umbrella
Ricky leather lookin' like Nutella

[Chorus]
Pull out them bands, look like Lizzo (Uh-huh)
Flipping that paper like judo (Like judo)
Yeah, that shit real blue like Articuno
Hit her and her friend, where the new ho? (Woo)
Catching feelings, that shit out the window
On these sweats, yeah, I'm dripping Hail Lucy (Hail Lucy)
Get high as fuck, now my life like a movie
She got a big butt, I'm calling her Judy
She pull up on me, she driving a whoopty
And I go in every time like I'm hooping (Yeah)
Take the smoke to the face, Kurt Cobain
Yeah, I pull out my phone, hit a play in the bando (Yeah, yeah, yeah), you know that we digital trappin'
I wouldn't be as having without my gang, or Dolcé, yeah, he showed me the magic