Magic Y2

Yeah
Flexin' I think I'm Telsa like my money elongated
Choppa on top of that doppler like radar don't know if he gon make it
Boppers on top of me slopping I like it you know that they all naked
She on her knees she don't even pray to Jesus
She say that I'm so sacred
I ain't had the ball in two months but I still run it
Nelly with the shit it's gettin hot cuz the trill comin
Started from the bottom wita mop and a lil bucket
Sno wit all the product couldn't stop me if you knew the police
I just popped a lima bean
Keep the camera on me likе it's Chinese
Trillest nigga out you just rеminded me
Too G for these niggas no designer jeans

Bitch I ugh opps do it again
Ugh opps did it again
Ugh opps did it again
Ugh opps did it again
Ugh opps did it again
Ugh opps did it again
Ugh opps did it again
Ugh opps did it again

Ugh
Shorty on the low
Topping me galore
I ain't vote
I stay wita pole
Bussin out the van
Die right where you stand
More k's than the klan
Demolition man
Hit wit one of these
Chili pepper flea
Drummer with the beat
California keys
Hotel full of hoes
Easy on the nose
Versace on the robe
Blew it like a loc
Always gotta bag on a nigga like a carry on
Going back to cali wit my killa screamin daleon
Land line trapping I ain't have to keep a celly on
Never let a bitch play me like R. Kelly songs
Pedaling the work fuck a peloton
Drive it off the lot switch cars I am megatron
Diamonds on me water bitches licking on the evian
Murder on my mind that's why I'm in it for the mail he on