YSB Tril - Magic

Intro
Nananaaa
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Nananana
ATM Da Gang

Like I wash and then I rinse
Fuckin on yo bihhh
I be gettin it till da end
Nananana im gettin to da bandz

Chorus
Step in I'm too clean like I wash and then I rinse
Got the besties all up on me hit em both it just depend
Wake up get real freshie then i do it all again
I'm in the whip she tryna neck me, told her go and get it in
Nigga stack it up
Spin the block a couple times they like what happen huh
Real G, too fly like I'm Alladin huh
Lil shawty in them jeans I know she packin' yeah
Lil Rocket in it, then he disappear like magic huh

Verse 1
I smack yo bitch it sound like flip flops
Wake up, get that neckerdoodle, tell that hoe to get lost
A nigga bout to blow I'm like a bomb I hear that tick tock
Just give me one more year a nigga neck covered in big rocks
Uh yeah, Money long (Yeah yeah)
Limousine (yeah yeah)
Bring the hoes (Uhh uhhh)
I'll bring the team (Uhh uhh uhhh)
Just a nigga (Yeah yeah)
Wit a dream (Yeah yeah)
But just be careful cause this life ain't always what it seems
Niggas comin' out they lane, I'm tryna stay in my own
Nah I can't look back at the past no matter what I did wrong
Now I can't wait to be on tour and spend some time away from home
She hit my phone I press ignore I told her speak to the tone yeaahh

Chorus
Step in I'm too clean like I wash and then I rinse
Got the besties all up on me hit em both it just depend
Wake up get real freshie then i do it all again
I'm in the whip she tryna neck me, told her go and get it in
Nigga stack it up
Spin the block a couple times they like what happen huh
Real G, too fly like I'm Alladin huh
Lil shawty in them jeans I know she packin' yeah
Lil Rocket in it, then he disappear like magic huh

Verse 2
Then I'm back in for that round 2
Dopelord blessed me with this beat so nigga know i had to
And I know life's a bitch so imma show her what that cash do
If she the same as all these other hoes, she prolly want a bag too
Imma cop a private, take a trip out to Mulan
I feel like the boss nigga, I feel like the don
I got all the racks baby, bandz, what you want?
Got the bitches in the back, but got the truck up in the front
She wanna link just for the night she said she like the way im stylin
Bitch, I'm wit the shits and I'm too fye don't need a hydrant
Never thought a year ago that I'd get paid for rhyming
But now its coming all together, feel like perfect timing

Chorus
Step in I'm too clean like I wash and then I rinse
Got the besties all up on me hit em both it just depend
Wake up get real freshie then i do it all again
I'm in the whip she tryna neck me, told her go and get it in
Nigga stack it up
Spin the block a couple times they like what happen huh
Real G, too fly like I'm Alladin huh
Lil shawty in them jeans I know she packin' yeah
Lil Rocket in it, then he disappear like magic huh