Aura lyrics

[Intro]
Cool

[Chorus]
Why the f*ck is you back on the block?
I kill a opp, double back with the Glock
You n*ggas fraud, but you act what you not
She on my balls and you cap to the thot
Might make a call, you be lacking a lot
She drop my drawls then I'm back in the spot
Trapping the halls, b*tch, I'm flipping the school
Tap in for sauce, I ain't flipping no Juul
Not big on god, I got Christian and Trues
Might hit her raw, now your b*tch got to choose
I'm on my own, I ain't “clique”ing with dudes
We send a bomb, If you snitch then you lose
I'm going off, b*tch, I'm lit than a fuse
Deep in her jaws, left this b*tch with a bruise
Going up, b*tch, I'm with PlaqueBoy
You talking 'bout money, but can't show a stack boy
These n*ggas sh*tty like Shaq boy
Late in the night, save the city like Catboy
b*tch, You's a snitch, You a rat boy
Just you drop the lo', drop the pin, where you at boy?
Hit at your top, at your cap boy
[?]
[Intermission]
Aye, If you know thеn you know
That sh*t from Fallout

[Verse]
I get you hit, thru a call out
She flash a titty, she pull that sh*t all out
[?]
[?], I can ball now
Shе don't want rubber, just raw now
Stand on my rubber bands, young n*gga tall now
Ain't really cool with that funny sh*t, uh
n*ggas been knew that I run this sh*t, uh
Hop out the V, b*tch, I'm gunning sh*t (Touchdown)
Beat his ass up then we punt that b*tch, uh
Call my lil twin on some other sh*t, uh
This lil hoe trippin', so I f*ck that b*tch, uh
We get you hit then we turn this b*tch up
That hoe, she want the di*k, told her, “earn this sh*t” uh

[Bridge]
Ride 'round with them dreadheads, they tryn' muder sh*t, uh
f*ck on that hoe, she tryn' flirt and sh*t, uh
Shordy a fiend, so I serve that b*tch some
You's a rapper, n*gga?
We ain't even heard your sh*t on
f*ck on that hoe, think I hurt that b*tch, uh
I'm out of state with some [?] uh
(What the f*ck? Who the f*ck is Rex? That n*gga unknown-)
[Chorus]
Why the f*ck is you back on the block?
I kill a opp, double back with the Glock
You n*ggas fraud, but you act what you not
She on my balls and you cap to the thot
Might make a call, you be lacking a lot
She drop my drawls and I'm back in the spot
(Trapping the-) Trapping the halls, b*tch, I'm flipping the school
Tap in for sauce, I ain't flipping no Juul
Not big on god, I got Christian and Trues
Might hit her raw, man your b*tch gonna choose
I'm on my own, I ain't “clique”ing with dudes
We send a bomb, If you snitch then you lose
I'm going off, b*tch, I'm lit than a fuse
Deep in her jaws, left this b*tch with a bruise
Going up, b*tch, I'm with PlaqueBoy
You talking 'bout money but can't show a stack boy
These n*ggas sh*tty like Shaq boy
Late in the night, save the city like Catboy
b*tch, You's a snitch, You a rat boy
Just you drop the lo', drop the pin, where you at boy?
Hit at your top, at your cap boy
Ride with a nuke this a bomb this a fat boy
[Outro: PlaqueBoyMax]
You know that image and the swagger. Now look, no di*k sucking, out of all the n*ggas that done came in this b*tch, you got the best, um, hmm, what do the kids call it? Aura, you know?