Show Me Abra Cadabra
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[Intro]
(Hilzz made this) (Sinsehh)
Sho
O-way or no way, you know the ting already
Add a K to the O, get blammed
Back like I never left, whoosh
Gang (Grrt)
[Verse 1]
Look, I put my life on the line for this ting, 'cause my broskis life was on it (Sho)
So I got him (Gang), beat this corn, make you dash like Sonic (Bap, bap)
This ain't no cartoon ting like Wallace and Gromit, if I bang this wap, make a man run fast
Make him run so fast, when he stops running fast, he gon' turn and vomit (Sick)
Semi in my hand, fuck if you're on it (Baow)
We coulda shot twenty man last year
If I hit you in your chest, you pussy, you're dropping (Boom)
Beside drills, I'm doing good in music (Gang)
I know they counted on badman flopping (No)
See this greatness, different type of greatness (Sho)
This is greatness you ain't stopping
Anything I say in tunes, I've done on the road, it's obvious (Grrt, baow)
Look, he ain't add a K to the O so we stepped and dipped him, fuck them youts, tryna trip and rinse 'em
We used to be friends now it's drills 'round there I'm assisting
Rise this wap, I'm attempting to lift him
Pitch him, come a long way from shanking man with my flick ting, the roads got serious (Gang, gang)
Now it's a G8 dot-dot or a blick ting, sho (Baow, baow)
(Hilzz made this) (Sinsehh)
Sho
O-way or no way, you know the ting already
Add a K to the O, get blammed
Back like I never left, whoosh
Gang (Grrt)
[Verse 1]
Look, I put my life on the line for this ting, 'cause my broskis life was on it (Sho)
So I got him (Gang), beat this corn, make you dash like Sonic (Bap, bap)
This ain't no cartoon ting like Wallace and Gromit, if I bang this wap, make a man run fast
Make him run so fast, when he stops running fast, he gon' turn and vomit (Sick)
Semi in my hand, fuck if you're on it (Baow)
We coulda shot twenty man last year
If I hit you in your chest, you pussy, you're dropping (Boom)
Beside drills, I'm doing good in music (Gang)
I know they counted on badman flopping (No)
See this greatness, different type of greatness (Sho)
This is greatness you ain't stopping
Anything I say in tunes, I've done on the road, it's obvious (Grrt, baow)
Look, he ain't add a K to the O so we stepped and dipped him, fuck them youts, tryna trip and rinse 'em
We used to be friends now it's drills 'round there I'm assisting
Rise this wap, I'm attempting to lift him
Pitch him, come a long way from shanking man with my flick ting, the roads got serious (Gang, gang)
Now it's a G8 dot-dot or a blick ting, sho (Baow, baow)
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