Abracadabra lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (Yeah)
Take these b*tches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (Woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season, I get better (Woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nosebleed (Yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (Yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (Yeah)
Your b*tch ridin' my di*k like she owe me (Yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit it like Ginóbili
And I been lookin' 'round the city since a shorty (Woo)
Ha, ha (Woo, woo)
Ha, ayy

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Mistress, mistress, tell me who my mistress is
Who the f*ck is the creator of this drippin' sh*t?
Got all these b*tches on my di*k, and yeah, they milkin' sh*t
n*ggas ain't doubled, doubled down 'cause we drippin' sh*t
Just a diamond in the rough
I got a bag, I'm not gon' tussle
Got sick and tired of showin' my muscle
I'm 'bout to take these n*ggas' ho
I'm makin' sure they missing
Um, listen, I was littin'
She shut up and catch a drip-drip
I got implants, not no fillings
Gucci, Louis shoes and Fendi
Made a million, I was straight up off a titty
Ha, ha (Woo, woo)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (Yeah)
Take these b*tches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (Woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season, I get better (Woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nosebleed (Yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (Yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (Yeah)
Your b*tch ridin' my di*k like she owe me (Yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit it like Ginóbili
And I been lookin' 'round the city since a shorty (Woo)
Ha, ha (Woo, woo)
Ha, ayy

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Abracadabra (Woo)
Way the Wock' disappear in my Shasta (Yeah)
Way I poof to the crib down from NASA (Yeah)
She pull up, drink all my red, think she Dracula
Benz Mexican, make it faster (Skrrt)
Way I drive the body, I can't crash her
Way we left the room was a disaster (Skrrt)
She like her body plastic, her walls plastered
Come like money, cover her all in the proceeds
Got a Patek that say, "B," this sh*t cost millies
In a second, man decided turn to billi'
Can't split this fifty-fifty with you, b*tch, you silly (Let's go)
I ain't gon' front, I been back at it
I ain't tryna– (Phew, phew, phew), don't need no ins
Please lock it down with speeds, rollin' with the clique
Me, I make the magic with the brown one with the hips, yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (Yeah)
Take these b*tches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (Woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season, I get better (Woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (Yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (Yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (Yeah)
Your b*tch ridin' my di*k like she owe me (Yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit it like Ginóbili
And I been lookin' 'round the city since a shorty (Woo)
Ha, ha (Woo, woo)
Ha, ayy (We got London on the track)

[Outro]
Woo (Metro)
Ha, ha (Woo, woo)
Ha, ayy