Abracadabra Lyrics – PaperRoute Woo

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[Intro: DJ Akademiks & PaperRoute Woo]
50K for Terrence Baker aka PRE Woo
Paperroute Woo, who was the guy who they had, uhm, 50K on his head, which by the way—
Does he have hit songs or some s*it like that?
Why is there so much money on his head?
He commented, he said, imagine putting money on my head an then poof, you gone
Abracadabra, magic type s*it
Now I’ma be honest with you, I seen ’em saying this and I was just like, I think I’m too much of a b!tch to even try to ask what’s going on here
‘Cause I was reading some of the comments
You know what some of the comments are saying They was saying this, they said this PRE Woo n!gga, he was applying belt
So even though you ain’t got no big song, apparently that’s why the bounty was so high for him, I don’t know what else—
(What they say? We taking this s*it to the moon)
Uh, frrt, frrt
Uh, frrt, frrt
Yeah, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
I’m in this s*it myself, n!gga (I’m in this s*it myself), I’m all I got (I’m all I got)
Got 18K in trade right now (18K), don’t know s*it ’bout the stock (I don’t know s*it ’bout no stock)
Don’t know what gen this is, n!gga (Uh, uh), but it’s 10 milli’ on this Glock (It’s 10 milli’ on this Glock)
The youngest n!gga in my neighborhood, yeah, feel like Fresh Prince on the block (Feel like Fresh Prince on the block)
Me and cuz was talking ’bout a road trip, yeah, but I look better in the drop (But I look better in the drop)
I’m one of the ones who still standing, n!gga, yeah, I ain’t worried ’bout a flop (I ain’t worried ’bout a flop)
Super clean, yeah, she ain’t even gotta tell me go to a doc’ (Uh, uh)
A lot of these hoes can’t get my time (Nah) ’cause I be too busy on the clock (Too busy on the clock)

[Interlude]
Trapping, run it up (Run it)
N!ggas talking ’bout (What they talking ’bout?) a deed, they ain’t even worth enough (They ain’t worth nothing)

[Verse 1]
N!ggas really don’t want smoke with me (Uh, uh) ’cause I can get your killer touched (I can get your killer touched)
50K on my head (What?), go get the sender, please go wipe him up (Wipe that n!gga up)
Kill him in his hood, yeah, n!gga, ’cause we don’t really think nothing of bruh (We don’t think nothing of him)
Offender breaker, baguette cuts (Baguette cuts), baguette Cuban, baguette necks (Baguette necks)
Put this d!ck so good up on the b!tch, yeah, she swear she don’t care ’bout nothing (She swear she don’t care ’bout nothing)
House so big, lil’ n!gga, I swear I live up on the country course (I live up on the country course)

In my hood, we strictest and the strong, don’t know nothing ’bout no boy (Don’t know nothing ’bout no boy)
N!ggas going in interrogation room and singing nothing but Jordan (And singing nothing but Jordan)
Really been jumped off the porch, before I did a Off The Porch, yeah
How the hell this n!gga the point guard of your team? He’s a fu*king torch (He’s a fu*king torch, big-ass n!gga)

[Chorus]
I’m in this s*it myself, n!gga (I’m in this s*it myself), I’m all I got (I’m all I got)
Got 18K in trade right now (18K), don’t know s*it ’bout the stock (I don’t know s*it ’bout no stock)
Don’t know what gen this is, n!gga (Uh, uh), but it’s 10 milli’ on this Glock (It’s 10 milli’ on this Glock)
The youngest n!gga in my neighborhood, yeah, feel like Fresh Prince on the block (Feel like Fresh Prince on the block)
Me and cuz was talking ’bout a road trip, yeah, but I look better in the drop (But I look better in the drop)
I’m one of the ones who still standing, n!gga, yeah, I ain’t worried ’bout a flop (I ain’t worried ’bout a flop)
Super clean, yeah, she ain’t even gotta tell me go to a doc’ (Uh, uh)
A lot of these hoes can’t get my time (Nah) ’cause I be too busy on the clock (Too busy on the clock)

[Interlude]
Look me in my eyes, I smirk at people (I smirk at people)
Can’t put fear up in my heart, this Glock, it murder people (Yeah, it murder people)

[Verse 2]
Long live Flippa, yeah, for that body, n!gga, we still murder people (Yeah, we still murder people)
ARP the small come-back joint (Small come-back), I’ma hurt them people (I’ma hurt them people)
N!gga so damn police, yeah, please, take it back to chirps and beepers (Chirps and beepers)
Certified Libra, I’m a certified Crip (Certified Crip)
N!gga, I’ll fu*k your baby mama (Uh) and buy all your lil’ girls sneakers (All your lil’ girls sneakers)
Gucci bag cost me 2K (Cost me 2K), I ain’t get it from them people (Get it from the people)
I took that s*it to trial and I beat it, n!gga, yeah, ’cause I ain’t no fu*king pleaser (I ain’t no fu*king pleaser)
One of my lawyers is a city boy (City boy) and one of ’em a Jew (A Jew), I believe in them people (I believe in ’em)
I cop Jays like they was bags of chips, yeah, man, this s*it here too easy (This s*it here too easy)
Ayy, free my best friend up out that jam, yeah, he still be calling me too easy (He still be calling me too easy)

[Chorus]
I’m in this s*it myself, n!gga (I’m in it myself), I’m all I got (I’m all I got)
Got 18K in trade right now (18K), don’t know s*it ’bout the stock (I don’t know s*it ’bout no stock)
Don’t know what gen this is, n!gga (Uh, uh), but it’s 10 milli’ on this Glock (It’s 10 milli’ on this Glock)
The youngest n!gga in my neighborhood, yeah, feel like Fresh Prince on the block (Feel like Fresh Prince on the block)
Me and cuz was talking ’bout a road trip, yeah, but I look better in the drop (But I look better in the drop)
I’m one of the ones who still standing, n!gga, yeah, I ain’t worried ’bout a flop (I ain’t worried ’bout a flop)
Super clean, yeah, she ain’t even gotta tell me go to a doc’ (Uh, uh)
A lot of these hoes can’t get my time (Nah) ’cause I be too busy on the clock (Too busy on the clock)