Half-Blood Prince
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
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
762s'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 split's 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
