Aura

I know she feelin' my aura

I'm in this bitch with a forty

When I hit her I ain't take off my Jordan's

**** snitchin', they always reportin'

Ain't got time 'cause I'm always recordin'

Need it all, I ain't taking no shorts

Fuck the house, I'ma jump off the Porsche

Me and money cannot be divorced

Havin' gas, I be havin' all sorts

Gonna make sure you keep you a torch

I don't hold hands or walk in the park

Let this chopper gone rip you apart

Got a foreign I push it to start

You ain't tough better go get some heart

Labels callin' they tryin' to have meetings

I need the M's 'cause I'm already eatin'

Went to church, hit a blunt with the deacon

Always workin' the circle, they need me

You can never trust **** who greedy

Push a button I'm losin' the ceiling

Like for never,  these **** who trippin

I was broke had to change my condition

All these guns I could start a militia

For the bag had to run a little distance

Turn a bitch **** to a statistic

Let the Glock come and end your existence

Had to go put my faith in a pistol

'Cause **** out here so mailicious

You fucked up a pack, you trippin'

Two hot women kissin'

Yellow stones, diamonds pissy

Seven K outfit, yeah, yeah

Ride around the city with the hit stick

Kick 'em out the car, he won't shoot shit

In the back seat got two clips

Gotta young **** doin' walk ups

On a bail, gotta tell a **** chop up

Ballin', watch a **** get crossed up

I got fifty homies who louder

Twenty-three straps on the tour bus

Just in case the robbers come for us

Baby,  take it off, don't bore us

Finna meet a agent at startbucks

Finna make a M from the crip, dog

He done gave me classified info

Passin' out loud to my kin folk

I just sent a load out of Frisco

I know she feeling my aura

I'm in this bitch with a forty

When I hit her I ain't take off my Jordan's

**** snitchin', they always reportin'

Ain't got time 'cause I'm always recordin'

Need it all, I ain't taking no shorts

Fuck the house, I'ma jump off the Porsche

Me and money cannot be divorced

Havin' gas, I be havin' all sorts

Gonna make sure you keep you a torch

I don't hold hands or walk in the park

Let this chopper gone rip you apart

Got a foreign I push it to start

You ain't tough better go get some heart

Labels callin' they tryin' to have meetings

Need the M's 'cause I'm already eatin'

Went to church, hit a blunt with the deacon

Always working the circle, they need me

You can never trust **** who greedy

Push a button I'm losin' the ceiling

Like for never, these **** who trippin

I was broke had to change my condition

All these guns I could start a militia