y'all bitches busy on that craft shit
but you can't ever match my magic
dark bells and casting spells
i stay elevated and you fell off
don't try to curse me if i put you on
you know the real ones gotta do it
did these bitches get the memo?
they don't wanna catch this magic
leave them bitches in a panic
you can't dodge these bullets
'cause my craft is automatic
then you will see that this shit is crazy
i'm swervin' in that new mercedes
'bout to take them to the grave
got their blood inside the rave
rob these hoes of their moola
i'm lookin' right through you
i'm laughing 'cause i am a brujo
i'm breathin' in all of that
this bracelet is out of this mundo
it's literally freezing like weather from pluto
the sweetness all over my money
come at me sideways all funny
i will make you so unlucky
why do you still be playing
they'll be my hostage once they awaken