Magic lyrics

{Chorus:}

My n*ggas Stay Wit tha Glock
Sippin wock to tha top
Shoot a muhfukin opp
Blow a n*gga out his socks
And yo b*tch gave me top
Shoot a n*gga make him flop
I dont f*ck wit tha cops, i dont f*ck wit tha cops
These lil n*ggas on my di*k cuz a young n*gga blown up
Pop a xan, hit a lick now n*ggas showin up


{Verse:}

I stay sippin wock and i stay smokin gas
U stay on my di*k cuz u ain't got no cash
Dip off in a mazi b*tch i did the fuikin dash
Chains swangin on my neck, tru's hangin off my ass
Got gucci on my waist, put this 30 to yo face
Catch a case, smokin big gas to tha face
n*gga run up on me...spray that n*gga wit sum mase
Im in a race to tha top im jus chasin this gwap
Got a A.R and a Glock, run up on me shootcho top
Pump a n*gga now he knocked
Shoot a n*gga from his neck up
b*tch im next up
Run up on me u get stretched up
Run this check up, pour a 4 in my cup
Ion chase a b*tch im juss chasin this gwap
Swervin in a fast lane straight to tha top
Ion chase a b*tch, all I chase is the guap
Swerving the fast lane, straight to the top
f*ck the police, want me locked in the box
And these n*ggas always hating, they just wanna see me drop
And that’s why a young n*gga rock with the Glock
I ain’t f*cking with a stock, so I gotta keep a stick
n*ggas dont make moves all they move is they lips
But I gotta be smooth because the feds on my di*k