Dope Boy MagicShy Glizzy

[Intro]
AWALL shit

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
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

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Young Jefe holmes
Girl what your name is (Ooh)
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

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
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

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
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

[Chorus: Trey Songz, A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Both]
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