Magic Johnson

Lyrics

[Verse] You ain't really living what you rapping Y'all niggas need to quit with all that capping Ghetto Boys the army, I'm the captain Tryna get some money? Well let's get this shit cracking Heard your mans died, damn what happened When I found out the news I couldn't even stop laughing Shitting on these niggas, need a napkin Top down riding through my hood, bitches say I'm ratchet Balling on these niggas like I'm Magic Roll a three five in the wood and I don't even pass it I'ma fuck yo bitch and I'ma pass her Brody liked the bitch, I told my nigga he can have her Good dope beating through the plastic All the shit I been through, boy you can't even imagine Had to take a chance to be a champion I don't see no other way to ride coupes and live in mansions We ain't falling out about no money or no bitches What you copping with I send it to my niggas in the penitentiary I could teach you something you should listen Gave Gary thirty for the watch just so you could see it glisten Broke ass nigga keep your distance Cause it ain't shit for us to load up them straps and go on missions Put on all black and come and get you Potato on the .357, you won't even hear it hit you Bait a bitch with the money like I'm fishing Hit a bad bitch from the back while I'm pulling out her inches Should see my bank account, the shit ridiculous Niggas think it's rap, but I really got this shit up out the kitchen Just got another check, not to mention Just got another plug, not to mention Why you in the club if you ain't tipping? Standing 'round looking, man I swear you niggas worse than the bitches All this damn designer got me dripping Catch us all out at one time, bitch you looking at a ticket Car go too fast, can't get a ticket Blue hundreds fresh up out the bank, man I swear these bitches sticky Good drank in my two cups, yeah Shit got me moving slow like I'm chopped and screwed up Told yo bitch choose up to move up, yeah Two rollies on, they say I'm doing too much What they doing, I don't give two fucks, yeah Fucking three hoes at one time, I'm boo'd up Shit we doing on the regular yo mood, huh? And my goons hungry, nigga don't get chewed up Two thousand dollars for these fucking shoes Come and get yo bitch, she tryna fuck the crew I know you heard about us, bitch you know the rules They tryna keep up with us, but we on the move If I make the call, my niggas coming through If I make the call, yo sister coming through Slap her lips with my dick and she love it too Slap her ass, grab her hips, now she coming too She can bring her friend, yeah they come in twos Auntie at the pharm, she coming with the blues Drop it in the water, turn a brick to two Bitch we run the city, don't get shit confused