Prompt:

[Intro] (Yo, bro) Yo, whaddup' man? (How this shadow build motherfucker pullin’ girls?) I don’t know, man (He ain’t even smooth like that) Exactly (This shit gotta be black magic) For real [Verse 1] This dusty little gargoyle swear he got the game Walk around actin’ like these girls know his name Dark as shit, even his shadow lookin’ confused Like damn motherfucker, which one of us is you? And the craziest part? This dude ain’t even slick Slow as fuck unless the topic’s ‘bout his shift But every damn week it’s another random chick Then he goes “guess I’m just handsome", yeah, suck my dick [Pre-Chorus] How the fuck you got a girl and five more in between? No labels, no rules, just a whole side team Every time he start talkin’, we clown his ass again Tell him, boy, be humble, while he grinnin’ like a goblin [Chorus] But this burnt chicken nugget, what the fuck? Still got girls blowin’ up his phone Actin’ like he born attractive, oh hell nah Man, this shit don’t make no sense at all And he swear it’s just his aura, fuck outta here Man, this some voodoo shit, y'know? If confidence could pay the bills This gremlin-ass motherfucker would be rich by now So this gotta be black magic— Yeah, a black magic— Definitely black fucking magic— Black magic— [Verse 2] He be flexin’ screenshots like a fucking trophy case Talkin’ ‘bout she obsessed with me, boy look at your face Got one real girlfriend and like five situationships Brother buildin’ side quests like this shit an RPG And every time we cook him, he just grin and shrug Like his crusty raccoon ass immune to all of us Then he grab his phone smilin’ hard as shit again Probably textin’ “miss u bae”, to all six of them [Pre-Chorus] And we know damn well one day this shit gon’ blow Somebody finna find out everything he knows And when the whole thing burns, we gon’ laugh first Then hit him with a damn bro, hope it get worse [Chorus] But this burnt chicken nugget, what the fuck? Still got girls blowin’ up his phone Actin’ like he born attractive, oh hell nah Man, this shit don’t make no sense at all And he swear it’s just his aura, fuck outta here Man, this some voodoo shit, y'know? If confidence could pay the bills This gremlin-ass motherfucker would be rich by now So this gotta be black magic— Yeah, a black magic— Definitely black fucking magic— Black magic— [Outro] Nah ‘cause listen, one time we sat at CJ, right? This moldy batman lookin’ motherfucker pull up late smilin’ at his phone We asked him which girl got him smilin’ like that This fucker said, it depends who texted first Whole table went silent Then we all started yellin’ fuck off at the same time And this sewer creature just sat there laughin’ Like this shit was normal in his head These girls gotta be legally blind Ain’t no way they see him fine Maybe love just kill your sight ‘Cause no sane eyes would call THAT right So this gotta be black magic— Yeah, a black magic— Definitely black fucking magic— Black magic—