MAG DUMP lyrics

[Intro]
(Shadow Wizard Money Gang, we love casting spells)
(Hellset Radio exclusive, b*tch)
Shadow Wizard pus*y Fart, we love casting smells, whatever
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (KarmaMob sh*t, yuh)

[Verse]
f*ckboy want beef, put yo' fist up (Okay)
Glick tucked, in my back pocket, always sticked up
I-i-influx, all this new money in my fist, bruh
Lick, yuh, yo' b*tch wanna f*ck because I'm sick, bruh
f*ck up on yo' daughter, I might leave her in a back brace
I'm a girl with this water, but I'm fire, boy, it's Math Games
Rap game sh*tty, all these rappers sound exact same
Stacks came to me, that's why I'm critically acclaimed
Open up the Distro, now that paycheck too fat-fat-fat
You wanna touch my hair, like, b*tch, don't do that-that-that
All these rappers square, but you already knew that-that-that
I stay with the pack like I'm a f*ckin' Zubat
Like, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Nah, I ain't f*ckin' with nobody 'less they in my crew
No, you cannot get a feature, I don't f*ck with you
All the homies animals, we breakin' out the zoo
That was corny, but I'm still out gettin' food
And every time I hear a beat, know I'ma eat it like it's food
Like it's food, [?] will not diss me because you lose
If I sound rude inside my music, IRL, that's probably true
I-I-I-I-I can't f*ck with rappers, eat 'em like a goon
Way I'm—, way I'm feastin' on these beats, you think I went, like, 302
I'm-I'm-I'm lit like [?], but I'm still workin' on the grooves
Smoking radiation, while yo' lady blow me like a zoo
Mate, you aren't the situation, homie, you are not the dude
These rappers mad I'm innovatin', and they can't do what I do
I'm-I'm-I'm sedated, ho, I'm really faded, b*tch, I'm smokin' glue
You Caucasian, look like Ronald Regan, talkin' 'bout some jews
Okay, like, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Why you talkin' sh*t? Okay, like, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Smokin' on that spliff, okay, like, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Chillin' with yo' b*tch, okay, like, yuh, yuh, yuh
She think I'm the sh*t, like
You get no paper, I'm gon' fade 'em like a typewriter
Do leave his face hurt, all because he tried to face her like a fool
Keep a saber, b*tch, I keep a f*ckin' laser like a tool
Lil' b*tch, you talkin' on the gang, I'll hit you with the one, two
Stick, talkin' b*tch, I feel like Jenx2
Go get a check, b*tch, every bill I got, the color blue (Ooh)
Wrist wet, b*tch, diamonds on me when I'm in the stu'
Lil' b*tch, it's BROKIE, I be ballin' straight just like a f*ckin loo (ISSBROKIE)
[Outro]
Shadow Wizard di*k Waffle (Yeah), haha
Ayy
In this bit' with a Glock, bit'
Yuh, yuh, yuh, bit', yuh, f*ck, yuh