[Intro]
(It's not magic, but it looks magical)
(DJ Bands, aw, man)
[Chorus]
They shootin', I made you look
Free 12 and Montana, I just paid they books
Highbridge the neighborhood, but we the label, look
Started off with too much money, we was labeled crooks
[Verse 1]
Look, they wanna see me just crash
My Glock holds seventeen, give me a reason to blast
I'm not your typical nigga to turn to a rat
I'm not gon' eat the cheese, that ain't a part of my craft
The Glock loaded, I'm focused
I'm gon' expose it, I'm not trollin'
Mad love for my gang, they my bros, yeah
Guarantee to pass it to me if I'm open
My dogs, my bros, they get down like war
Paint the scene red, once you gеt that green light, go
My soldiers, wipe your nose, yеah (Wipe your nose, yeah)
Make a nigga big mama touch her toes, yeah (Woo)
Ride my wave, yeah, like the surf, yeah
Maybach, smokin' dope behind the curtains
You're not loyal, I'm not perfect (I'm not perfect)
I'm not for you, you're not Birkin (You're not Birkin)
Let a nigga play, I send him up to Virgil
Off-White shit fly, okay, I heard you
Credit card unlimited, I wanna splurge on you
Hit it in my car and I can still smell the perfume
I don't wanna be uncertain
I was a dog on a leash, until you heard me
I wish I knew I'd make thirty M's before thirty
Tryna make it out, niggas in the street tried to murk me
Put the cotton blue on the Lamborghini, no Murciélago
I'm in a Bentley stayin' ten toes 'til my time go
I don't know who shot you's
But you think I know 'cause you know how my block do (You know how my block do)
(It's not magic, but it looks magical)
(DJ Bands, aw, man)
[Chorus]
They shootin', I made you look
Free 12 and Montana, I just paid they books
Highbridge the neighborhood, but we the label, look
Started off with too much money, we was labeled crooks
[Verse 1]
Look, they wanna see me just crash
My Glock holds seventeen, give me a reason to blast
I'm not your typical nigga to turn to a rat
I'm not gon' eat the cheese, that ain't a part of my craft
The Glock loaded, I'm focused
I'm gon' expose it, I'm not trollin'
Mad love for my gang, they my bros, yeah
Guarantee to pass it to me if I'm open
My dogs, my bros, they get down like war
Paint the scene red, once you gеt that green light, go
My soldiers, wipe your nose, yеah (Wipe your nose, yeah)
Make a nigga big mama touch her toes, yeah (Woo)
Ride my wave, yeah, like the surf, yeah
Maybach, smokin' dope behind the curtains
You're not loyal, I'm not perfect (I'm not perfect)
I'm not for you, you're not Birkin (You're not Birkin)
Let a nigga play, I send him up to Virgil
Off-White shit fly, okay, I heard you
Credit card unlimited, I wanna splurge on you
Hit it in my car and I can still smell the perfume
I don't wanna be uncertain
I was a dog on a leash, until you heard me
I wish I knew I'd make thirty M's before thirty
Tryna make it out, niggas in the street tried to murk me
Put the cotton blue on the Lamborghini, no Murciélago
I'm in a Bentley stayin' ten toes 'til my time go
I don't know who shot you's
But you think I know 'cause you know how my block do (You know how my block do)
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