Aura lyrics

[Chorus]
I know she feelin' my aura
I'm in this b*tch with a 40
When I hit her i ain't take off my Jordan's
n*ggas snitchin' they always reportin'
Ain't got time cause I'm always recordin'
Need it all I ain't takin' no shorts
f*ck the house I'ma jump off the porch
Me and money cannot be divorced
Having gas I be havin' all sorts
Gonna make sure you keep you a torch
I dont 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 n*gga go get some heart
Labels callin 'they tryin' to have meetings
I need them 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 n*ggas who greedy
Push a button I'm losin' the ceiling
F&N for these n*gga who trippin
I was broke had to change my condition
All these guns I could start a militia

[Verse 1]
For the bag had to run a little distance
Turn a b*tch n*gga to a statistic
Let the Glock come and end your existence
Had to go put my faith in a pistol
Cause n*ggas out here so malicious
You f*cked up a pack you trippin'
Two hoes with me kissin'
Yellow stones diamonds p*ssy
7k outfit drip drip
Ride around the city with the hit stick
Kick 'em out the car he won't shoot sh*t
In the back seat got two clips
Gotta young n*gga doin' walk-ups
Put a bell on the table gettin' chopped up
Ballin' watch a n*gga get crossed up
I got 50 homies who locked up
23 straps on the tour bus
Just incase the robbers come for us
Baby take it off don't bore us
Finna meet a agent at starbucks
Finna make an M from the crypto
He done gave me classified info
Passin' out loud to my kinfolk
I just sent a load out of Frisco
[Chorus]
I know she feelin' my aura
I'm in this b*tch with a 40
When I hit her i ain't take off my Jordan's
n*ggas snitchin' they always reportin'
Ain't got time cause I'm always recordin'
Need it all I ain't takin' no shorts
f*ck the house I'ma jump off the porch
Me and money cannot be divorced
Having gas I be havin' all sorts
Gonna make sure you keep you a torch
I dont 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 n*gga go get some heart
Labels callin 'they tryin' to have meetings
Need an M 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 n*ggas who greedy
Push a button I'm losin' the ceiling
FN for n*ggas who tripping
I was broke had to change my condition
All these guns I could start a militia