Magic City Lyrics – Fivio Foreign ft. Quavo

[Intro: Fivio Foreign]
AXL!
M.W.A. Music!
Hmm! nah, turn that up
Young Madz!
Huh! Turn that sh!t up

[Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Quavo]
Real n!ggas and ratchet b!tches (Huh)
Hundred racks when the racks too skinny (Boom, boom)
I f**k my b!tch and I get back to business (Woo, woo)
Thinking 'bout turning Brooklyn into Magic City (Huh)
As* and t!tt!es (Like), hundred and fifties (Yeah)
B!tch, I'm going viral, put that on the Bible (Woo)
Turned my shooters to snipers
Killed 'em on the arrival (Grrah)
I killed 'em, I killed 'em, they gone
They gone (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign & Quavo]
Yeah, look
What the f**k? (What?) If it's up
N!gga, buck (Soo), try your luck (Do something)
B!tch bad, but I had to put her up (Put her up)
Had to grab my other monkey nuts (Boom)
Gotta slide when a n!gga been touched (Skrrt)
Gotta ride with the gang, it's a must (Go)
Got a ratchet lil' b!tch that I lay low with
Whеn it's smoke, gotta treat her likе a sl*t
(Baow, baow, baow)

[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
I don't need to look in her eyes (Huh, yeah)
I can tell she a vibe
She repping the gang and I felt like she was mine
She throw up the set and she yell, "Free the guys" (Woo)
Huh, look, I pay the money, n!ggas gone die
(I pay the money, n!ggas gone die)
Huh, yeah, if I pay the money, n!ggas gone die
(Grrt, boaw)

[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign & Quavo]
We get money, n!gga, but what is you on? (What?)
The same day we get it, the same day it's gone (Woo)
Back on my grizzy, I'm back on my business
Lil' Huncho, lil' n!gga, I'm back on the throne
Went bust down when they were looking
For the plain Patek (Ice)
But I left it at home (Ice)
Molly, Perky, Xanny, Jesus, and Addy
Pipe it and get in my zone
(Yeah, hey, yeah, look, yeah)

[Verse 4: Fivio Foreign]
You n!ggas can't even give me advice
I like the ice when it's hitting the light
I gotta drip me to get me tonight
And I was so nice that they listened to me twice
N!gga, I cracked the face on the AP
And I ain't even get it fixed (Huh, what?)
I don't wanna get it fixed (Wanna get it fixed)
Got too much money to give a sh!t (Yeah)
She know my body, she shaking her ass
Jump in the car and I'm breaking the dash (Skrrt)
You listening slow, I ain't saying it fast
She sat on the drugs, so she making me mad (Woo)
Yeah, yeah, smoking Cookies (Smoking Cookies, look)
I got hundred thousand dollars worth in jewelry
Try to book me, n!gga

[Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Quavo]
Real n!ggas and ratchet b!tches (Uh)
Hundred racks when the racks too skinny (Baow, baow)
I f**k my b!tch and I get back to business (Woo, woo)
Thinking 'bout turning Brooklyn into Magic City (Huh)
As* and t!tt!es (Like), hundred and fifties (Yeah)
B!tch, I'm going viral, put that on the Bible (Woo)
Turned my shooters to snipers
Killed 'em on the arrival (Soowoo)
I killed 'em, I killed 'em, they gone
They gone (Baow, baow, baow, baow)