[Verse] Cruisin' down the boulevard, sun straight blazing, Witch hat tilted, yeah, we all phasing, Spells in my pocket, in the hood, ain't surprising, Big brim magic, gang life real hypnotizing. [Verse 2] Blocks get hotter, but my style stay chilly, In the witch hat, cooler than Free Willy, Hexes and gang signs, mystical graffiti, Rock the brim, no cap, reppin' the committee. [Chorus] Big witch hats got me feelin' fly, Hit the west side under purple sky, Magic on my dome, can't deny, Gangsta love in every eye. [Verse 3] West coast rep with the black cone throne, Hood sorcery, spells on my phone, Ridin' with the squad, so cold and mean, Witch hat big, reign supreme. [Bridge] Hex on a rival, quick to disappear, Roll in the shadows, they learn to fear, Hat game sharp, like a samurai spear, Gangsta sorcery, crystal clear. [Verse 4] Golden hour, hat casting shadow so tight, Magic in the air, as the day turns night, From the top of the hat to the streets so real, West coast groove, can you feel the chill?