BeauxLeaux - Abracadabra

Ima smoke when I want smoke
And Im a Drink when I want drink
Don't tell me who you think you is
Tell me what you ain't
You ain't really cut like that
I don't care what you think
These nosey hoes
Smell everything
But they think they don't stink
My girl think I should've lease a wraith
But she not Lisa ray
I make precipitate
Come participate
I won't hesitate
To use the drake
I let it operate
So cooperate
Or Four K Trey
Who gone die today
People fly away
And move a way
But ima make a way
I'm not regular
You won't relate
Somebody relegate
I would demonstrate
This demonstration
I keep my demons straight
My goons a pop at you
And pop at them
Whoever pop u late
Blow exotic
Can you call the doctor
I can't feel my face
Do it for my last name
But I can't lie my first one straight
My flow is golden
Grill is golden
They shudda named me golden tate
It take too long to call the police
Tedeaux just one call away
I will beat yo ass on
Any fuckn bass and 808
It is safe to say
My gun is not on safety
Open safe
Why you say so much
If you want get it on
It's open space
They gone infiltrate
To speculate
Never congratulate
Tryna win the day
Like it is Thursday
Talking bout yesterday
I'm the freshest prince
In present tense
I'm talking bout today
Niggas think It's sweet as sugar
Til I turn to sugar ray
I been contemplating
Bout the days
When I saved paper plates
Now I'm paper chasing
Chasing all my paper into chase
Niggas laying eggs
They over lay
I make it underlay
In the streets so I can't duck my head
I bow my head when Grace
Dude a square
He can't be in my circle
Make em circulate
My weed man got that circle k
At pump number 8
These niggas ants
They anticipate
And insinuate
It's breakfast time
Please let me translate
That mean wake and bake
I remember flipping Ruth at Chris house
Like Fuck the steak
In New Orleans we say bitch a lot
Don't call me a bitch
Niggas broke then get a gun
And think that all they problems fixed
If u bitch before you got that gun
Then dawg you still a bitch
I blow my gun
Like it's a candle onna cake and make a wish
Smack you with a open palm
You just a Pomeranian
Done ate so many Roman noodles
I think I'm Romanian
When you in rome you do what romans do
I'm stoned what stoners do
My girl be hitting curbs
And curving dudes
She write in cursive too
Get on a track w me I'm burning you
I'm jumping hurdles too
Yo girl gone blow me like her favorite soup
Then swallow my crazy glue
I should stop
But ima Pringle's can that already popped
I don't got opps
But I got shots
Out rap me
Or gimme my props
I be flying through yo hood
Dreads swinging
Static shock
Bayou Bolo
I'm from the swamp
Cool w alligators crocs
Im a magician
Hold up watch
Ima do magic with this glock
Aiming at this nigga feet
And turn them Jordan's into crocs
Abracadabra My Nigga
Yea Yea
Abracadabra My Nigga
Like Abracadabra My Nigga

Written by:
Mark Robinson

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