Wi$e – Black Magic

[Chorus]
Hit my nigga Tiggy, watch him pull up in a Bronco
Damn, that’s tragic
Yeah, yeah, aight
Pronto, need it pronto
Damn, that’s tragic
Gone, where’s Waldo

Joint full of lettuce, got a bad ho, want to take her out to Paris

Had to step back off of G code
Woah, neck on gold, nose ring full of carats
Neck look like marmalade
Two chicks, need the combo
Bitch you wonder how it happened
Yeah, she drinkin’ LSA

Mama looked at me like what would your father say?
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Facts, do a bitch cold then I put it on wax, yeah
Got good head, still never met her parents
Damn, so much for my playbook
Yeah, black magic
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Uh, know she love a nigga, feel her friends getting jealous
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Yeah, black magic
So I took her out to Paris
Too fly, had to change clothes
Uh, whip it like Django
Giving niggas game like cheat codes
[Chorus]
Niggas wonder how it happened
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Dish ’em to my nigga like I’m Rajon Rondo
[Verse 2]
Thought about signing but I heard you niggas pay slow
Nose diamond and my neck gold
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
You niggas dead when I say so
Fuckin’ his daughter, she treat me like father’s day
But I been grinding since I ran out the gate though
Had to put the gas in the console
oah, spazzin’
Yeah, black magic
Top five nigga, case closed
Told a bad bitch take a picture, what a savage
Fucked her then bounce, don’t do the fade away
Livin’ nigga but I’m too cold
Yeah, dick her down good, now she wanna wear my necklace
Real cool nigga but they know I don’t play though
Woah, made me get even, her friend had some shit to say, nah
Nah, never meet the parents
Tried to play a nigga, shawty ended up embarrassed
Catch ’em backstage, tell ’em pull up at the condo
Hell nah it ain’t safe bro
Bitch don’t get embarrassed
Still ran it back like beast mode
Got a full house on my lease slow
Don’t hit my line, who the fuck are you anyway?
Damn, that’s tragic
Told that bitch it’s black magic
Moved to the A then a nigga started rappin’ (facts)
Cop car, mind blown
Black magic
Had to skip work ’cause I thought I was underpaid
You still think I’m a joke?
Yeah, black magic
Told her come get me, yeah andale, andale
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Uh, blow it out the sunroof, nigga gettin’ careless
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Thought you knew game but I’ll show you the ropes
I want the bread and the queso

Uh, told her day one bitch don’t get embarrassed
Damn, that’s tragic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic