Mango Foo, 21 Lil Harold - Magnolia lyrics

Nigga die hard soldiers
You better not come over
Nigga try, then he die, like Lil Flip
Game is over
Got the rocket on me, no holster
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Got the oven on me, I'll toast you
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia
Clap-clap, clap, clap clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Clap-clap, clap, clap-clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia

Chopper clappin', give a round of applause
We ain't playin', kill 'em all
I'm super drippy from my head to my drawers
I be spillin' all the sauce
I'm futuristic, lit like Nas
I'm trappin', servin' Milonakis
Yes I'm servin' all the narcs
Yellow diamonds, no Bart
Pulled up in a push start
It's the same color as Pop Tart
Send a load like a go-cart
Hit the gas, give a little more spark
I can't draw no arc but I
Paint a picture like Mozart
And I don't play with no darts
When I shoot, niggas losin' body parts
Yeah, I'm back to poppin' that shit again
Smokin' more than a chimney
We thirty deep in the minivan
I done got back on my feet again
Told these niggas ain't playin' no more
Bitch I been ballin' like Amber Rose
This stick gon' blow like a candle blow
Get lit, hit up from the head to toe
You roody-poo, you snooze, you lose
You should've had your tool
I aim at him, I aim at you
I'm tryna hit the crew big sticks, bamboo
Takin' shots, Manu big Glock
Yes I'm known to walk around with a few
You a shooter but you never
Ever ever gon' shoot
How you gon' slide and you ain't
Never ever went on no move?
I'm sick and tired of all these
Niggas sayin' what they gon' do
I'm hearin' rumors sayin' they tryna
Get me for my jewels

Nigga die hard soldiers
You better not come over
Nigga try, then he die, like Lil Flip
Game is over
Got the rocket on me, no holster
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Got the oven on me, I'll toast you
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia
Clap-clap, clap, clap clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Clap-clap, clap, clap-clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia

Bitch we love to trap
Got that forty on my lap
Play around, get your ass
Whacked, play around, get your ass stamped
Nigga we don't do no lackin'
Nigga we don't do no cappin'
21 Gang, we taxin', fox Five Gang get active
Put a nigga on the news
Fuck nigga bound to lose
Pull up on Mango Foo, he gon' clap you too
Spent one-thirty on that coupe
And it all my jewels
Pistol gon' clap in the day time
Have your bitch on FaceTime
Time is money, don't waste
Mine, pourin' up Tech, i'm up four lines
Nigga we don't fuck with your kind
Y'all niggas soft, y'all too kind
Street nigga, real nigga, fuck with me
Yeah yeah
You niggas, ain't 'bout, shit, yeah yeah
Ain't cuffin' no bitch, we too, player player
Hop out, dirty stick, whole lotta
Shells shells 21 shootin' at 12
Nigga we ain't takin' no L's
Shoot a nigga through a dope bale
4L gang, no tellin'

Nigga die hard soldiers
You better not come over
Nigga try, then he die, like Lil Flip
Game is over
Got the rocket on me, no holster
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Got the oven on me, I'll toast you
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia
Clap-clap, clap, clap clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap
In the trap doin' what I 'posed to
Clap-clap, clap, clap-clap, clap
Clap-clap, clap, clap
Make that chopper clap like Magnolia