[Intro]

If you're going to court, I'd kill for you

If you're crossing the street, I won't be there

If you're going to court, I'd kill for you

If you're crossing the street

[Chorus]

Dope, dope, dope, dope boy magic

I start that shit out, it's all in the wrist, got a dope boy magic

White on the scale, watch it come back a brick, dope boy magic

I ship it and pack it, I wrap it in plastic, dope boy magic

Dope boy magic, dope boy magic, hey

Got the pots and the pans, make it stretch like elastic, dope boy magic

Goddamn, I need that thang, dope boy magic

Niggas wanna know how I did that, dope boy magic

Turned a quarter to a half, that's good glass

[Verse 1: Bricc Baby]

These niggas swear that they dope boys

Bricc Baby real fucking dope boy

Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll

Yeah I got a bankroll for selling dope, boy

I'ma pull up in a fucking Rolls Royce

I'ma snatch bread like a poor boy

I'ma leave that bitch with like no choice

Put my dick in her mouth like no voice

She gonna be tellin' her friends, nigga this six times ten

You know how it is, all of my niggas gon' win, all of my niggas gon' win

When we go in, the profit is rollin' but we're gonna split it, you know that it's goin'

Put dope in the bag then I went to [?] and I ship it and cool it

[Chorus]

Dope, dope, dope, dope boy magic

I start that shit out, it's all in the wrist, got a dope boy magic

White on the scale, watch it come back a brick, dope boy magic

I ship it and pack it, I wrap it in plastic, dope boy magic

Dope boy magic, dope boy magic, hey

Got the pots and the pans, make it stretch like elastic, dope boy magic

Goddamn, I need that thang, dope boy magic

Niggas wanna know how I did that, dope boy magic

Turned a quarter to a half, that's good glass

[Verse 2: Lil Debbie]

I can make the work disappear, Houdini

Cook it in the kitchen, yeah, the fiends gotta have it

Shitting on these hoes every time you see me

Bitches wanna dose of this dope boy magic

I'm the plug, I'm the plug with this drug shit

I'm about racks, fuck wraps of this club shit

Find me in the track

Sure they got bricks but I'm whippin' that cake, watch me bake

When you're talkin' 'bout cake, mix it in with the tree, motherfucker, then you talk about me

Now takin' over edibles, everything I do is incredible

Queen better put me on a pedestal

Went from a gram to a zip to a pound

Keep the ground movin', I'm makin' my rounds

Many will try, only few of us have it

I whip it, I pack it, they grab it, it's magic

[Chorus]

Dope boy magic

I start that shit out, it's all in the wrist, got a dope boy magic

White on the scale, watch it come back a brick, dope boy magic

I ship it and pack it, I wrap it in plastic, dope boy magic

Dope boy magic, dope boy magic, hey

Got the pots and the pans, make it stretch like elastic, dope boy magic

Goddamn, I need that thang, dope boy magic

Niggas wanna know how I did that, dope boy magic

Turned a quarter to a half, that's good glass