Hocus Pocus

Lyrics

[Intro: Why G] Ugh, ugh, uh, uh, uh Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrpppp Lah! lah! lah! lah! lah! [Verse 1: Why G] My trap is always open (bando) Can't even close for COVID (covid-19!) Got more keys than Beethoven (birdie!) To the top where I'm goin' (you know what!) To the top, my gun loaded (to the top!) Niggas say that they're frozen (they're not!) Niggas say that they're icey (cap!) When their chain is all golden (it's gold!) My opps their pockets broken I got four pockets, swollen (it's fat!) Wet 'em up, ocean (ggrrrrrrrr) I get the drop and soak him (pow!) Harry potter in the trap, at the stove makin' potions (skurt! skurt!) Or on your block wit' my wand, vanishyah hocus pocus (lah! lah!) [Verse 2: J Neat] I keep a wand, like a magician (ohh, ohh) Glizzy a freak, hit him and kiss him (bap! bap!) 33 shots like Scotty Pippen (bap! bap!) Gordon Ramsey, bitch I'm whippin' (wha.. wha..) Pockets fat just like Debby (ugh.. ugh..) I need racks just for the entry (ugh.. ugh..) She ain't got sense, but she give me brains (ugh.. ugh..) Fuck it, I don't even get your name (bitch what's your name!) We gon' spin just like a tour (skurt!) We give out shots, just like Henny (bap! bap!) Feel like Django wit' this revvy (wha.. wha..) Keep on shootin' 'til it's empty (bap! bap!) Catch him slippin' DOA (bap! bap!) I ball hard like it's 2K (bap! bap!) Won't bring a bitch up on a date (bap! x7) I put kids up on her face [Verse 3: Why G] Yeah, I turn her mouth to a daycare No lackin' like Sebastian Telfair My guns in Modern Warfare (call of duty) My opps don't trap, they on welfare (they're broke) Forty put him in a casket or wheelchair (lah! lah!) Bad bitch gotta afford all my pubic hair (wozzles! wozzles!) I got Supreme on my underwear Switch on my Glock and it sounds like it's Quagmire Fan of an opp shoot him up 'til he catch fire Baby girl, I'm in her mouth no pacifier In the trap, sellin' elephant tranquilizers Big Glock nineteen, keep it on rapid fire Everywhere I go, I got my hammer and pliers Turn a free camp to a visor Put you in a church wit' a choir Leave ya' in da web, I'ma spider Black tuxedo your attire [Verse 4: J Neat] No adderall, bitch I'm focused (I'm focused) Off three percs, bitch I'm rollin' (ugh.. ugh..) He ain't do time, he was in holdin' (he was in holdin') I hurt my wrist, I had to froze it They try catch me, but they can't (they can't) Bet this glizzy make him dance (grrrrrrrrah!) I got drip, came from France (ugh) Ouu, the forty still in my pants (bap! bap!) I'm still whippin', I'm supplyin' (woo!) I got work if you buyin' (woo! woo!) He want smoke, then he dyin' (bap! bap!) I'm an asshole just like Simon (ugh.. ugh..) Four-two shots just like Dugg (bap!) Had to dig it out the mud (out the mud) Send my bitches, set him up (go get 'em!) I put holes all in his mug (bap! bap!)