Yung Gravy - Magic

Ohh, baby
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your B, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic

Pull up on a bitch it get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie (Ayy)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ayy)
Shit, I'm in it, eatin' that God damn spinach
Wit a bad bitch, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished