Tre$o - Magic

I was chasing pipe dreams thinking bout them record deals
We was on the block now my niggas deep up in the field
In love with the guap, I swear all of us head over heels
Gotta give it all to God
I got lucky when my case appealed
Shit it must be magic
Whipping up the magic
This shit getting tragic
these bullets telepathic
Ooh shawty thick she ain't made out of no plastic
I swear her neck elastic
It must be magic
Glock on me, I ain't lacking out in traffic uh
Run up on me imma put him on a graphic uh
Super model fine like she in some pageants uh
I don't know what's holding me back it must be magic uh

Got me thinking like, I don't know what's up with me
I made a bad decision once and I think that it's stuck with me
I swear I'm ducking left and right but evil keep on coming B
You don't know what it feel like Death hunting me
I swear it's all bad
Giving it my all man cause when the Reaper call
Fuck that nigga I ain't calling back
If he try to push up
Glocks, K's, all that
You the type of nigga' go to the can't get yo ball back
You a pussy, nigga
Take all of yo cookies, nigga huh
My flow been sick but I ain't playing hooky nigga
You a baby ass boy, need to find yo nookie nigga
Yea yo bitch wanna do more than play footsie nigga
Lil boy, you a rookie
Yea i'm puffing on cookie
Shit i'm near the edge, I'm a killer boy don't push me
Yo hoe on OnlyFans but for the forty ball I'm booking
I got this nigga hot so bring the Glock when we hooking
Cause nowadays niggas shoot first
So you gotta be ready
Cock it like who first
Shoot the automatic, give that boy a cool burst
Put him on his side
Lay him on the curb, uh

I was chasing pipe dreams thinking bout them record deals
We was on the block now my niggas deep up in the field
In love with the guap, I swear all of us head over heels
Gotta give it all to God
I got lucky when my case appealed
Shit it must be magic
Whipping up the magic
This shit getting tragic
these bullets telepathic
Ooh shawty thick she ain't made out of no plastic
I swear her neck elastic
It must be magic
Glock on me, I ain't lacking out in traffic uh
Run up on me imma put him on a graphic uh
Super model fine like she in some pageants uh
I don't know what's holding me back it must me magic uh

I don't know what's holding me back it must be, uh
Pop that boy with the Ruger
Old dirty stuck it's dusty
Caught him lacking
Now he stinking somewhere kinda musty
Big booby bitch, she busty
She top nasty, disgusting uh
It must be magic, I don't understand like on the real
All these beats that I kill
What? I gotta snitch to show that I'm for-real
Boy that's not in my build
Spent 2K on a Glock I can't conceal
Better stop with the subbing
Nigga i'll Beats yo shit with out the pill
Meditate in a hotbox
Got the game in a locked box
Bitch i'm fire like hot rocks
Making hits and it don't stop
Getting head in a push start
E-way getting mean slop
Try to test my gangsta, you gone need a mouth swab
Cause that shit in me
You niggas envy
Shit I'm only 19
I ain't hit hit 20
These bars, I got plenty
He sweet, Good and Plenty
Bitch, I got the Juice like Quincy
I'll get a nigga dropped like Kenny uh
Yea I know that you can tell what I'm on
It's not drugs but I did hit the bong
Im a underground rockstar
I prolly won't live long
Yea life is a game but it's like Mahjong

I was chasing pipe dreams thinking bout them record deals
We was on the block now my niggas deep up in the field
In love with the guap, I swear all of us head over heels
Gotta give it all to God
I got lucky when my case appealed
Shit it must be magic
Whipping up the magic
This shit getting tragic
These bullets telepathic
Ooh shawty thick she ain't made out of no plastic
I swear her neck elastic
It must be magic
Glock on me, I ain't lacking out in traffic uh
Run up on me imma put him on a graphic uh
Super model fine like she in some pageants uh
I don't know what's holding me back it must be magic uh

Written by:
Christopher Mitchell

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