Shy Glizzy, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Trey Songz - Dope Boy Magic lyrics

AWALL shit

Dope boy magic, ooh (Uh, yeah)
You can smell it through the plastic
Dope boy magic, ooh shit tragic (Uh uh, uh)
Somebody died it had to happen
Dope boy magic flip it like it’s gymnastics
Trampoline money, never backflip
Somersault, somersault, yeah
I’ma ball, I’ma ball
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball
Grade-A money never backflip

Young Jefe holmes
Girl what your name is (O oh)
Tell me who you came with (Oh)
Ain’t nothin’ like none of
These industry cats
(Uh, uh) , street nigga, I’m dangerous
She like ain’t you famous? (Nope)
Bitch, I’m still on that same shit (Yup)
I bet you won’t never go fuckin’ no lame
(Uh, uh)
Put you on this gang shit (Gang, gang)
This life gets scary honey (yeah)
I’m gettin’ that dirty money (yeah, yeah)
Heard they took 30 from me (30, 30)
Then I gotta go murder someone (Oh)
We got the block back jumpin’
(Got it jumpin')
You hear the birds, they hummin’ (yeah, yeah)
No, I can’t serve no under (Woo, woo)
Yeah bitch, I know they on me (Hey, hey)
Stuck in that trap, this is a dream
I still move them packs
(yeah) , fuck do you mean? (yeah)
Married the streets and I got me a ring
(yeah) shout out them choppers and
Shout out them fiends (yeah)
Teach you the game
Bitch you play with them beams (Chi ching)
Come to my city, we baking your beans (Woo)
Pounds in Virginia, get bricks in
I get ‘em off like I’m a machine

Dope boy magic, ooh (Uh, yeah)
You can smell it through the plastic
Dope boy magic, ooh shit tragic (yeah, uh)
Somebody died it had to happen (Woo)
Dope boy magic (yeah, yeah)
Flip it like it’s gymnastics
Trampoline money, never backflip (yeah)
Somersault, somersault, yeah
I’ma ball, I’ma ball
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball
Grade-A money never backflip

This is dope boy status
Nigga Rolls-Royce lavish
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, nigga no look passing
I’m a hit making addict
I don’t want to go savage
I’m a star, I’m a star
Let the bros go blast him
Got they drawers on the floor when
The boy walk past ‘em
They throw bras at a nigga, ah
They want my shows for the passion
I’m a Bronx reppin’ nigga, ah
They already know what I’m jackin’
Give a fuck what a nigga thought
You can smell the dope through the jacket
If I told you I was in love
I was probably overreacting
If love wasn’t like a drug
It would be so unattractive
If I fucked you but only once
You would think I’m missing in action
Have you reaching and grabbing for that

Dope boy magic, ooh (yeah, uh, yeah)
You can smell it through the plastic
Dope boy magic
(Magic) , ooh, shit tragic (Shit tragic)
Somebody died it had to happen
Dope boy magic flip it like it's gymnastics
Trampoline money, never backflip
Somersault, somersault, yeah
I’ma ball, I’ma ball
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball
Grade-A money never backflip