[Magic Intro]
B-Doctor!
Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Stupid ass nigga
[Chorus: Magic] Repeat 2x
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga 3x
[Verse 1: Youngbleed]
So many ways to get paid
Better, keep, fake, i.d
Sure yall don't try me
It's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence
Relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so **** it
I hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
That Glock in the Cutlass
Nigga I'm always hustlin
And yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P
With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key
Nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to c*** it back and make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up
B-Doctor!
Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Stupid ass nigga
[Chorus: Magic] Repeat 2x
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga 3x
[Verse 1: Youngbleed]
So many ways to get paid
Better, keep, fake, i.d
Sure yall don't try me
It's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence
Relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so **** it
I hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
That Glock in the Cutlass
Nigga I'm always hustlin
And yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P
With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key
Nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to c*** it back and make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up
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