Dope Boy Magic

Lyrics

[Chorus] Gucci I got it, Louis I got it Versace I got it, that's dope boy magic I'm dope boy swagging, twenty cal packing Forty cal packing and my Trues still sagging Gucci I got it, Louis I got it Versace I got it, that's dope boy magic I'm dope boy swagging, twenty cal packing Forty cal packing and my Trues still sagging [Verse 1] I'm a dope ass nigga with a dope ass swag Need a dope ass bitch with a dope big ass Tote a dope big gun, selling dope big bags Got a lot of fucking money from these fucking dopeheads You won't make it out the trap, homie [?] Gucci, Louis, know I got it, shit gettin' old, that's not a [?] Fucking bitches in the trap, born ho get it back Pretty girl in the trap, she ain't never going back Ain't a trap girl baby, why you steady tryna act? You won't make it in the trap, so don't bring your ass back Flipping, flipping, stacking, stack Bringing chickens through the back I got money on the floor, I got shooters at the door Shook a couple haters off, then some killers knocked em off Homie just cause you got Santa don't mean you're by my mama's house Broke nigga watch your mouth, knick him like it was a draw Heard she got some label money, did you really get some money? [Chorus] Gucci I got it, Louis I got it Versace I got it, that's dope boy magic I'm dope boy swagging, twenty cal packing Forty cal packing and my Trues still sagging [Outro] Will she make it out the trap? lord knows Most these bitches in the trap, they born hoes Foreign clothes, foreign cars, condos I'm a motherfucking star, they John Does Will she make it out the trap? lord knows Most these bitches in the trap, they born hoes Foreign clothes, foreign cars, condos I'm a motherfucking star, they John Does