ABRACADABRA Lyrics

We in traffic, abracadabra, full with the talk and I'm at it

What you gon' do, lil' bitch, I'm a bladder, if you won't see that thing, I'll slatter

Pockets on JNCO, bitch, stay fatter, and the bitch that I'm with, way badder

Listen, it would be a thing with a sadder, unempty, this clip, lil' bladder

On top like a daddy, uh, uh, he buggin' me, he won't stop

Like a daddy, uh, uh, buggin' now, I'm movin' back and steady

Whole lot dug in black, I'm huggin', I be so sporadic

I see shruggin' devil on my shoulder, bitch, I'm tuggin', talkin' back

I go in, grab it, uh, uh, don't leave no signal behind, I won't autograph it

You can't believe I got that pencil combined with the slaughter habit

I do the whole thing coincidentally, all the credit

She said, I'm a dog, I said, oh, pubertura, gotta wag it

Yeah, I ain't shit, and then I know that that ain't shit

Cross my finger, muscle, bang that automatic

Clip long, gotta drag it, I don't care what happens, you know you don't

The smoke, I got it tatted, shot that chopper at the same motherfuckin

Time they get to pop it, on the net, a lot of faggots

Yeah, I'm crooked on the inside, like the better kid

Lookin' around the room like, which one of them that they edited

I know your man should be titled it, 690

And don't matter when, and it matter if you try to ever collab with him

No, hoes travelin', I dribbled up on the beat, I'm dabblin

Pullin' out of that bitch's home and keep on rattlin

Hammer bangin', I ain't never talkin' about no gavelin

You know, beat it up, and I'm quick to go in and battle them

Turn them into dead bodies, lay them dead, like the dead was dead

No plans in the streets, hold hands, you slow dance

This shit just keep on happenin

Got my hand on a new fam, and I keep it strapped on him

Go ahead, shut up, shut up, we grippin' it

I'm the reason y'all ain't bitch out here, keep on tappin' it

As you know, I'm drippin' hip at that one, keep attractin' him

She know that I look like my sauce, I'm in for no applicants

Girl, I'm cookin', bitch, if I mess up, it was no accident

Keep a lil' beak in it, keep on beepin' while I'm backin' it

Get to reach it while he sleepin' in the box, you preachin' from the chaplain

I don't know that will get you wrapped in it

You know I'm attackin' it, it won't match the way I'm trackin' it

Yeah, look, perhaps you see the facts

It's just a shorter version of me, like an acronym

What you talkin'

Bitch, I'm on the grind, I got to attackin' it

Had a couple of tactics, I could pick it up and trackin' it

Yeah, in traffic, abracadabra

Bustin' a bitch in the cone with a pack in her

I don't give a fuck what they talkin', I'm at her

What you gon' do, lil' bitch, I'm a bladder

If you wanna see that thing, I'll slather

Pockets on JNCO, bitch, stay fatter

And the bitch said I went way badder

Listen, that whip did a thing with a sadder

Unempty, this clip in your bladder

I be stupid, dope with a fatter

Put this Chevy on sixes, I need a ladder

Yeah, in traffic, abracadabra

Bustin' a bitch in the cone with a pack in her

I don't give a fuck what they talkin', I'm at her

What you gon' do, lil' bitch, I'm a bladder

If you wanna see that thing, I'll slather

Pockets on JNCO, bitch, stay fatter

And the bitch said I went way badder

Listen, that whip did a thing with a sadder

Unempty, this clip in your bladder

I be stupid, dope with a fatter

Put this Chevy on sixes, I need a ladder