Magic Trick

Ayy
I might pull up on the scene and do a magic trick
Disappear like 1-2-3, man I just took yo' b*tch
Think she just a Twitter b*tch, tryna come and follow this
I'ma wrap her up, all she wanna do is just come swallow this
Think I need a model 'cause these strippers are controlling
All my b*tches went on strike like I'm motherf*ckin' bowling
Hope you know the difference between me and them
All my n*ggas pave the way, these n*ggas follow trends
I'm so drunk, I'm seein' two, I think I'm f*ckin' twins
My old b*tch say that I changed, Celine up on my lens
You so lame you cannot even get a follow back
Gave her number to my n*gga, told her, "Holla back" (Hold up)
All my b*tches follow rules, ain't no talkin' back (So nah)
And I gave his ass the blues when I caught his ass
He been snitchin' to the blues, give his toe a tag
We be countin' up the blues, so I know he mad
All this motherf*ckin' liquor that's inside of me
She said, "Do you wanna f*ck?" I said, "Probably"
Know that boy be f*ckin' tweakin', think he higher than me
Think I'm comin' out her speaker, Gucci five deep, I told her, "Fly with me"
I might pull up on the scene and do a magic trick
Disappear like 1-2-3, man I just took yo' b*tch
Think she just a Twitter b*tch, tryna come and follow this
I'ma wrap her up, all she wanna do is just come swallow this
Think I need a model 'cause these strippers are controlling
All my b*tches went on strike like I'm motherf*ckin' bowling
Hope you know the difference between me and them
All my n*ggas pave the way, these n*ggas follow trends
I'm so drunk, I'm seein' two, I think I'm f*ckin' twins
My old b*tch say that I changed, Celine up on my lens
You so lame you cannot even get a follow back
Gave her number to my n*gga, told her, "Holla back"
I might pull up on the scene and do a magic trick
Disappear like 1-2-3, man I just took yo' b*tch
Think she just a Twitter b*tch, tryna come and follow this
I'ma wrap her up, all she wanna do is just come swallow this
Think I need a model 'cause these strippers are controlling
All my b*tches went on strike like I'm motherf*ckin' bowling
Hope you know the difference between me and them
All my n*ggas pave the way, these n*ggas follow trends
I'm so drunk, I'm seein' two, I think I'm f*ckin' twins
My old b*tch say that I changed, Celine up on my lens
You so lame you cannot even get a follow back
Gave her number to my n*gga, told her, "Holla back"