ABRAKADABRA lyrics

[Intro: Sinoda]
Ayy
Drop top my new whip
Hahaha
Purple feeling hazy lil b*tch
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, Ayy
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch

[Verse 1: Sinoda]
I like your grandmama
Making me cookies, I eat 'em up like Santa
Calling me her itty bitty, Rey like Lana
She want the banana all up in her hands (Huh)
Little do the b*tch know I’m finna' scam her
Click' clack’ flash, that's the sound of the camera
Damn huh reppin' up a set with bandanas
Make you disappear like
Abrakadabra (Ayy)
f*ck, f*ck boys in blue
b*tch, that includes you
It's official I got vetements all on my shoe
You're a real bad b*tch with a henna tattoo
Coming for my brand (Huh)
Wait, this you?
I don't give a f*ck if you pull up with your crew
Cuz' I know for a fact they don't know how to shoot
If they do, I hope that you just
Pray for all your members and rеmember all your memoriеs
R-r-r-remember that you f*cked with Sinoda
When my goons are on your head
Make you wishin’ you was dead
Motherf*cker is you scared?
f*ck a gun, use a bat instead
f*ck a bat, use your hands instead
And I’m coming at your head with some weapons
Better duck or learn your lesson
Don't give a f*ck, start your testing
Motherf*cker, I ain’t stressing
[Verse 2: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
I'm whippin with a brand new phone
With yo' goddamn b*tch on my goddamn di*k
n*gga talkin' sh*t, he get hit with a stick
Move with yo’ clique, give your mom another kid
b*tch test me get the motherf*ckin' chop
Like a highschool janitor, I be with a mop
Glock 10 poppin', I ve with the war
With a motherf*ckin' semi and a automatic chop
Ooouuu, uhh, wait hold up
I think my mom is callin'
Oh, nevermind, that's your b*tch
I'm the n*gga with a mac, and the gas, and the racks
With a chop, no blast
Imposter be among us, they will not last
She be giving lap' top' like she was a Mac
Guaranteed fiend for the D like she can't get a C or B on her S-A-Ts
Make her F-A-P out her W-A-P
If she f*ck with me, Imma bust times three

[Verse 3: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
Ay, round the pus*y, I've been joggin'
Young ass n*gga, get the name, no talkin' (Oh)
I be like the rams hit a b*tch so hard on the head, I be shaking his noggin (Yeah)
Chef Gor' Ramsay with the sauce, guaranteed boss
All my pockets, Rick Ross, I got your hoes in twos
Nut on yo' b*tches pubes (Yeah)
[Outro: Sinoda]
I'm tryna take a hit
b*tch imma get you lit
Designer all over my body can't get this fit
f*ck all that talking sh*t
Post up you lil' b*tch
Abracadabra on my magic sh*t
I'm tryna take a hit
b*tch imma get you lit
Designer all over my body can't get this fit
f*ck all that talking sh*t
Post up you lil' b*tch
Abracadabra on my magic sh*t