Magnolia lyrics

[Chorus: Mango Foo]
n*gga die-hard soldiers, you better not come over
n*gga try, then he die, like Lil Flip, game is over
Got the rocket on me, no holster
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Got the oven on me, I'll toast you
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia
Clap-clap, clap, clap clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, in the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Clap-clap, clap, clap-clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, make that chopper clap like Magnolia

[Verse 1: Mango Foo]
Chopper clappin', give a round of applause
We ain't playin', kill 'em all
I'm super drippy from my head to my drawers
I be spillin' all the sauce
I'm futuristic, lit like Nas
I'm trappin', servin' Milonakis
Yes I'm servin' all the narcs
Yellow diamonds, no Bart
Pulled up in a push start
It's the same color as Pop-Tart
Send a load like a go-cart
Hit the gas, give a little more spark
I can't draw no arc but I paint a picture like Mozart
And I don't play with no darts
When I shoot, n*ggas losin' body parts
Yeah, I'm back to poppin' that sh*t again
Smokin' more than a chimney
We thirty deep in the minivan
I done got back on my feet again
Told these n*ggas ain't playin' no more
b*tch I been ballin' like Amber Rose
This stick gon' blow like a candle blow
Get lit, hit up from the head to toe
You roody-poo, you snooze, you lose
You should've had your tool
I aim at him, I aim at you
I'm tryna hit the crew
Big sticks, bamboo
Takin' shots, Manu
Big Glock, yes I'm known to walk around with a few
You a shooter but you never ever ever gon' shoot
How you gon' slide and you ain't never ever went on no move?
I'm sick and tired of all these n*ggas sayin' what they gon' do
I'm hearin' rumors sayin' they tryna get me for my jewels
[Chorus: Mango Foo]
n*gga die-hard soldiers, you better not come over
n*gga try, then he die, like Lil Flip, game is over
Got the rocket on me, no holster
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Got the oven on me, I'll toast you
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia
Clap-clap, clap, clap clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, in the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Clap-clap, clap, clap-clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, make that chopper clap like Magnolia

[Verse 2: Lil Harold]
b*tch we love to trap, got that forty on my lap
Play around, get your ass whacked, play around, get your ass stamped
n*gga we don't do no lackin', n*gga we don't do no cappin'
21 Gang, we taxin', fox Five Gang get active
Put a n*gga on the news, f*ck n*gga bound to lose
Pull up on Mango Foo, he gon' clap you too
Spent one-thirty on that coupe, and it all my jewels
Pistol gon' clap in the day time, have your b*tch on FaceTime
Time is money, don't waste mine, pourin' up Tech, I'm up four lines
n*gga we don't f*ck with your kind
Y'all n*ggas soft, y'all too kind
Street n*gga, real n*gga, f*ck with me, yeah yeah
You n*ggas, ain't 'bout, sh*t, yeah yeah
Ain't cuffin' no b*tch, we too, player player
Hop out, dirty stick, whole lotta, shells shells
21 shootin' at 12, n*gga we ain't takin' no L's
Shoot a n*gga through a dope bale
4L gang, no tellin'
[Chorus: Mango Foo]
n*gga die-hard soldiers, you better not come over
n*gga try, then he die, like Lil Flip, game is over
Got the rocket on me, no holster
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Got the oven on me, I'll toast you
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia
Clap-clap, clap, clap clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, in the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Clap-clap, clap, clap-clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap, make that chopper clap like Magnolia