Released: May 31, 2019

Featuring: Kiddo Marv

Songwriter: Kae Williams Jr. Finatik Mickey De Grand IV Zac Charlie Heat Kiddo Marv Denzel Curry

Producer: Mickey De Grand IV FnZ Charlie Heat

[Intro]
Your wish is my command
I'm your genie
Your wish is my command
(He's heating up)
Can't you feel the magic?
(FnZ)
Oh damn

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it's a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your bop, woaday
She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer
That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the nigga that's gon' probably wine and dine her
I'ma take her home only usin' one-liners

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Pull up in an navigator truck, Excursion
Bad bitch on the side of me, half Persian
I don't got a car, but I got car service
So many chains, make a, uh, feel nervous
Wait, I meant to say my chick from Nicaragua
Put her on the team 'cause we both makin' dollars
Hit her with the stroke, get her wet like aqua
If she was a bop, I would hit, then I'll drop her
Hang with the bros 'cause you know blood thicker
I miss my vros, so we pour more liquor
And you don't want smoke, you don't want no Swisher
'Cause you don't want war with a South Florida nigga
Miami-Dade on my motherfuckin' back
I'm Polo'd down to the socks to the nutsack
It's R.I.P. X and R.I.P. Tree
I'ma do it for my dawg, this for all of my G's

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it's a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday
She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer
That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the nigga that's gon' probably wine and dine her
I'ma take her home only usin' one-liners

[Verse 2: Kiddo Marv]
Bossed up, came a long way from bein' a manager
Glocks up with the sticks and the clips lookin' like banana-na
Never pay for pussy, these bitches ain't gettin' nuh-uh
My name alone gon' make me press on your ho like a button
In my city ridin' vert to Uzi, Lil Uzi Vert
Every week another funeral, only time we go to church
Runnin' all these rappers down a check, they wanna splurge it
Step up in the scene, so fresh, so clean, like a detergent
Quick to cut a pussy nigga up just like a surgeon
I'ma need a Perky 'cause a young nigga be hurtin'
Slidin' like a Taliban with a turban
Pull up all black in a suburban
'Cause he ain't die, so we gotta slide back, Mike, Thriller
Pay my young nigga to get you whacked for five figures
They gon' rip him, flip him, cut his ass up
Put him in a box, and ship him, yup

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it's a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday
She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer
That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the nigga that's gon' probably wine and dine her
I'ma take her home only usin' one-liners

[Outro]
Your wish is my command
Can't you feel the magic?
Your wish is my command
Can't you feel the magic?
Your wish is my command
I'm your genie

Denzel Curry

Denzel Rae Don Curry was born in Carol City, Florida on February 16, 1995. He is of Bahamian and Native American descent.

He started rapping in 6th grade and frequently challenged others to rap battles at a local Boys & Girls club. He attended Miami’s Design And Architecture High School for his first two years of high school before being expelled. He went onto attend Carol City High School while he worked on what would become his debut album, Nostalgic 64.

Throughout 2011-2012, he posted various amateur mixtapes on SoundCloud and DatPiff such as King Remembered in 2011 and Strictly For my R.V.I.D.X.R.Z in 2012, which grabbed the attention of Earl Sweatshirt.