Yeah, what's
good y 'all?
How y 'all doin' man?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
So tragic, what happened to magic?
Heard he lost it, who lost it?
He lost it all, man that was a hard fall
Man he used to be my dog,
until he paid me
I said, fat boy, fuck you, pay, pay me
He said he's crazy, he said he's shady
He said he even tried to
holla at my lady
What's up,
Mia?
Hit me on
Instagram and come through
So I can show you how a real man
is supposed to do you
I'm talkin' to you,
I'm comin' through you
I wanna do you, yeah, I'm so damn cool
I just act a fool, I break all the rules
That nigga gon' make the news,
that nigga soft, man
I thought this nigga was a boss,
I thought this nigga was boss
This nigga ain't no boss,
he talkin' major shit
He talkin' major shit,
he actin' like he ready to get ma jor hit
I guess he callin' his
mafia friends now
Cause he know when I go back to
H -Town
I'm goin' straight to
Rappalot
Studios
And
I'ma say what you said,
it's gon' fuck what you had
Like, what the fuck, really?
This nigga talkin' like that?
I'm like, I don't know, man,
I'm just glad to be back
I'm just chillin', I'm out here dealin'
I'm out here dealin',
these niggas killin'
I think he talkin' to the feds too,
tell you the truth
I know a couple thangs,
I seen a couple thangs
But I ain't gon' say shit, but wait till they
Hit that nigga with the recall,
call his people
That nigga gon' be fucked up,
he gon' be fucked up
I'm gon' be lookin' good,
actin' some stuck up
Hangin' with all the
girls from the studio
Yeah, the studio, me and my video
Let's get it off, right,
let's get it off tonight
Let's come through, girl,
shit with your boy be white
Your boy cold blooded,
a .k .a. I'm married to beats
Yeah you know me girl,
I be with them freaks
Them girls they get it in,
every freaking day
Every freaking day,
baby do you wanna play?
Play with the boss, yeah, a real boss
A, a real man,
God -fearing
Christian
Yeah, you know I love my freaking
G .O .D.
He freaking saved me,
he freaking made me
That's the creator, elevator
To the freaking top,
hate me I don't care man
You old fucking news,
you got varsity blues
You bout to fucking lose,
which side do you
choose?
You wanna fuck with a nigga
that treats you like shit?
Then turn around and go and sell your hit
To some fucking label
and they remix your
shit
Shit, that's probably what happened
Now I think about it,
this nigga taking songs
And he getting on,
yeah he getting on, making
it happen
Yeah he balling off of your shit
And you over there tryna
ride this niggas dick
Yo, it's stupid, stupid, yo,
it's stupid, stupid
But
I'ma go right through them,
run over stat ass
Leave him on the ground,
and use him as sterilizer
Nigga, I am a godfather,
man, I am a survivor
Yeah, I am a thriver,
and just like that thing
Yeah, I am a rider,
I been ridin' from day one
Yeah, day one, listenin' to
Pimpin'
Bun
But I ain't gon' get in a bun,
but he kinda hurt me
Yeah, he kinda hurt me,
everybody wanna jerk me
Don't wanna give a lil' bitch his
in this fuckin' music biz
But it's all good, okay,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just stay over there,
I'ma stay over here
And if I see you,
I hope you understand
I'm gon' hurt you, man, yeah, yeah
Knock you fuckin' out
And I might even fuckin' piss
in your fuckin' mouth
Sure, nightmare beats, hell yeah
Doin' things, doin' things,
doin' things
Takin' boys off the lane
Get off your fuckin' ass
and get my cash
And if you don't,
I'ma stick my foot up your ass
Make your shit sneaker,
make your shit sneaker
Nigga trippin',
talk about he got fuckin' easels
Man, you ain't fuckin' real,
you ain't no fuckin' boss
You ain't no fuckin' man,
you another fuckin' can
You a can, I'm gon' keep
talkin' whole lotta shit
But back it up, back it up, come on,
come on, get me, fucker
I'm ridin', ridin', ridin'
Step aside, homicide,
give this nigga a break
He so fake, he so fake,
he so fake, he so fake
I'm gon' come through, bitch, and
I'ma have to break
this bitch nigga, fuck it down, let em know,
ace town, run this thing, and we grippin'
fuckin' green, doin' our fuckin' thing, nigga,
better, better, better, back the fuck up,
cause I know you don't wanna fuck around and get shut up,
cause I shut your ass up, real
fuckin' real quick, tellin' everybody how
you fuckin' sellin' they shit, you didn't
give me one dime, from the album that I paid you for,
gave you fuckin' thousands of dollars
and you shit on me, bitch nigga, bitch nigga,
bitch nigga, bitch nigga,
I'ma see you and
I'ma have to fuckin' pull
the fucking trigger
Ride on the big jazz nigga,
what you wanna do?
Come on through, come on through I
got something waiting on you
Yeah, I got something waiting on you
Yeah, I got something waiting on you
Yeah, I got something waiting on you
Yeah, I got something waiting on you
Surely in the name of
Jesus, curse that money
Curse that money, curse that money
So tragic, what happened to magic?
What happ - tragic?
What happened to magic?
Heard he lost it
Heard lost it
He lost it all
Man, that was a hard fall
Man, he used to be my
dawg until he paid me
I said, fat boy, fuck you, pay, pay me
He said he's crazy, he said he's shady
He said he even tried to holla at my lady
What's up,
Mia?
Hit me on
Instagram and come through
So I can show you how a real
man is supposed to do you
I'm talkin' to you,
I'm comin' through you
I wanna do you, yeah,
I'm so damn cool
I just act a fool, I break all the rules
That nigga gon' make the news
Thanks
