Half-Blood Prince

Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat

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Me and gang flying 'round with sticks like we playing Quidditch

Crazy, it don't cost a damn thing for us to pay a visit

Back to back to back shots, T-Mac, it won't take a minute

VIP at LV, I ain't even wait a minute

Working magic with these Visas, would've thought I cast a spell

Five figures, guarantee my hitman send his ass to Hell

Caught your mans digging in my tray blowing ashy tails

Why your mans sitting up in jail? Someone grab his bail

Slytherin', the Sorting Hat sense the snake in your blood

Put that money down, boy, I go and play with a dub

We ain't come to play, paid extra Ks in the club

OVO, let it rock and roll, Drac' with the drum

Off-White on an off night, this the boss life

Let him blitz left, QB, I'ma toss right

Your bitch easy, first night, was out her drawers twice

Dog life, hellhounds 'round me, and they all bite

Star player, finna lead my team to victory

Unky never stepping out the kitchen 'cause his wrist too sweet

Scooby-Doo, hopping out the van, gon' leave a mystery

Should've went to Hogwarts, I'm doing wizardry

Alright, here, bro, hold the torch

Black Dior trench coat, look like Voldemort

How you saying I ain't balling? You don't even know the sport

Back-shh season, leave his house with a open door

7.62s'll fuck around and slay a dragon

I'm just waking up, I'm Mister Make-It-Happen

You in the jungle acting tough, you just fake adapting

Walking in the stu' high as hell, finna make some captions

Riding out in Cali', tinted Sprinter on our tourist shit

Thinking that your fit drippy, I got newer kicks

Hit your bitch early, hit the stu' from like two to six

Bro Sub-Zero, drop the buffs with the bluest tint

Sliding with a 201, jam the chip, then dip

Lil' bitch need a gold medal how she hit the splits

Punch God, fucked the site up 'til they fix the glitch

Saks then Finkle back to back, gotta hit the Fifth

Alright, here we go, I'm finna take them fuckers on a chase

Zaza man, bought a P of Gushers for the taste

Three-five of Runtz, bitch, I'm blowing thunder to the face

I don't love shit about that bitch other than the face

BIN Reaper on my MacBook, I'm your vendor's vendor

Boy, you on the wrong track, you need to get your head together

Clutch player, boy, I play better pressured

Scam God, I'll wear a Nike tech wherever

Riding 'round with a Draco, Malfoy

Winning now, heard they envy me like CalBoy

Brodie off of thirties, popping Percs like they Altoids

Jack man, made a quarter ticket off an Android

But you know, happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times

If one only remembers to turn on the light