| I cop it from the vintage rack |
| Dressed like it’s worth twenty stacks |
| Looks be all high fashion |
| Drip something like magic |
| Like Abracadabra |
| With the flick of the wrist like batter |
| Dressing like it’s a salad |
| Drip something like magic |
| Abracadabra |
| With the flick of the wrist like batter |
| Dressing like it’s a salad |
| Drip something like magic |
| I be all poppin' like Orville |
| I be all gadgets no hazards |
| I be all smoke no mirrors |
| And my reflection the baddest |
| I came to school you like I’m the master |
| Bow down to your leadr |
| I’m tricking like the Hatter |
| Lik Abracadabra |
| With the flick of the wrist like batter |
| Dressing like it’s a salad |
| Drip something like magic |
| Abracadabra |
| With the flick of the wrist like batter |
| Dressing like it’s a salad |
| Drip something like magic |
| Strutting in the streets with my six inches |
| They calling me Sesame |
| Hat be looking like I pull a rabbit out just for accessory |
| I came to school you like I’m the master |
| Bow down to your leader |
| I’m tricking like the Hatter |
| Like Abracadabra |
| With the flick of the wrist like batter |
| Dressing like it’s a salad |
| Drip something like magic |
| Abracadabra |
| With the flick of the wrist like batter |
| Dressing like it’s a salad |
| Drip something like magic |