Dope Boy Magic

[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