Dope Boy Magic

[Hook][x2] Gucci I got it, Louis I got it Versace I got it, that’s dope boy magic I’m dope boy swagging, 20 cal packing 40 cal packing now my troop 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, [?] 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? [Hook] [Outro][x2] 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