Magic - Swerzie

I have you gone disappear like some magic

You want some bitches, I just want a Patek

Rotten the gang, the whole team problematic

These rappers pussy, they scary, dramatic

And that bitch an addict, suck dick, she fanatic

She took the dick like a damn acrobatic

Rotstar my lifestyle, my life cinematic

This shit get deep like my team or a pussy

I get way too nervous if you acting pushy

So I got the Glock just in case you try cook me

I don’t need security if you gon' book me

He said he hard, so let’s go head and test it

«Am I gonna die today?»

Yeah bitch you guessed it

Cause if I don’t wipe you, you gon' start confessing

And I’m gon' be hiding from 12 fucking stressing

I got some Palace on, this ain’t Adidas

And it’s like five million dollars for a feature

I just spent some racks on some Burberry sneakers and fucked your bitch’s mouth,

yeah that bitch is an eater

You better pipe down, yeah humble your act

And I know y’all off NyQuil, that shit ain’t no Act

All these rappers they talking but don’t ever act

If you post where you at, I’ll pull up with a heater

Uh, you be bout yours, I’m bout mine (ayy)

You in your box, I’m out mine, uh

Swerzie up next, bout time (ay)

Who made the beat?

Downtime!

I need my fade, run that (look look!)

If you pull up, gun that!

Taking y’all out where the fun at

You ain’t on shit, ain’t on nun of that

In the booth every holiday

Woke up rich like «how I’ma go ball today?»

Followers like «What has he went bought today?»

«Is you Rotten or not?»

All the way!

(Bitch!)

I done made so much noise hear a block away

You not spending for real, put that band away

And you not hot at all, put that fan away

He seen I’m in his town and went ran away, bitch!