rexv2 - aura Lyrics

Cool
Why the f*ck is you back on the block
I'll kill a opp double back with the Glock
You niggas fraud but you act what you not
She on my balls and you cap to the thot
Might make a call you be lackin' a lot
She drop my drawers and I'm back to the spot
Trappin' a halls, bitch, I'm flippin' the school
Tap in for sauce, I ain't flippin' no Juuls
Ain't big on God, I got Christians and Trues
Might hit her raw man your bitch gonna choose
I'm on my own, I ain't clickin' with dudes
We send a bomb if you snitch then you lose
I'm goin' off, bitch, I'm lit than a fuse
Deep in her jaws left this bitch with a bruise, yeah
Goin' up, bitch, I'm a plaque boy
Talkin' about money but can't show a stack, boy
These niggas shitty like shatboy
Late in the night, save the city like Catboy
Bitch, you a snitched, you a rat, boy
Please drop the low, drop the pin when you at, boy
Yeah, hit at your top at your cap, boy
Ride with a nuke, this a bomb this a Fatboy
Ayy, if you know, then you know
That shit from Fallout
I get you hit, do a call-out
She flash your titties, she pull her shit all out
Second street, not at the mall now
Just was a square, but somehow I can ball now
She don't want rubber, just raw now
Stand on the rubber bands, young nigga tall now
Ain't really cool with the funny shit, uh
Niggas been knew that I run this shit, uh
Hop out the V, bitch, I'm gunnin' shit
Touchdown
Beat his ass up, then we punt the bitch, uh
Call my lil' twin on some other shit, uh
This lil' ho trim, so I f*ck the bitch, uh
We get you lit, bet we turn this bitch, up
Thot ho, she want the D, told her earn thus shit, uh
Yeah, riding round
With the dread heads
Niggas tryna murder shit, uh
F*ck on that ho she tryna flirt and shit
Shawty a feind, so I serve the bitch on
He a rapper nigga
We ain't even heard of shit
F*cked on his ho think I hurt this bitch, uh
I'm outta state with some Turkish bitch, uh
What the f*ck
Cool
Who the f*ck is Rex? That nigga unknown as fu-
Why the f*ck is you back on the block
I'll kill a opp double back with the Glock
You niggas fraud but you act what you not
She on my balls and you cap to the thot
Might make a call you be lackin' a lot
She drop my drawers and I'm back to the spot
Trappin' a halls, bitch, I'm flippin' the school
Tap in for sauce, I ain't flippin' no Juuls
Ain't big on God, I got Christians and Trues
Might hit her raw man your bitch gonna choose
I'm on my own, I ain't clickin' with dudes
We send a bomb if you snitch then you lose
I'm goin' off, bitch, I'm lit than a fuse
Deep in her jaws left this bitch with a bruise, yeah
Goin' up, bitch, I'm a plaque boy
Talkin' about money but can't show a stack, boy
These niggas shitty like shatboy
Late in the night, save the city like Catboy
Bitch, you a snitched, you a rat, boy
Please drop the low, drop the pin when you at, boy
Yeah, hit at your top at your cap, boy
Ride with a nuke, this a bomb this a Fatboy
A- a- and that do-
You know the image and the swagger
Now look, no dick sucking
Out of all the niggas that done came in this bitch
You got the best
Umm-
Hmm, what do the kids call it?
Aura