[Chorus] I know she feelin' my aura I'm in this bitch with a 40 When I hit her i ain't take off my Jordan's Niggas snitchin' they always reportin' Ain't got time cause I'm always recordin' Need it all I ain't takin' no shorts Fuck 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 nigga 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 niggas who greedy Push a button I'm losin' the ceiling F&N for these nigga 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 bitch nigga to a statistic Let the Glock come and end your existence Had to go put my faith in a pistol Cause niggas out here so malicious You fucked up a pack you trippin' Two hoes with me kissin' Yellow stones diamonds pissy 7k outfit drip drip 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 nigga doin' walk-ups Put a bell on the table gettin' chopped up Ballin' watch a nigga 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 bitch with a 40 When I hit her i ain't take off my Jordan's Niggas snitchin' they always reportin' Ain't got time cause I'm always recordin' Need it all I ain't takin' no shorts Fuck 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 nigga 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 niggas who greedy Push a button I'm losin' the ceiling FN for niggas who tripping I was broke had to change my condition All these guns I could start a militiaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
