Aura

[Hook]
3-point shooting
Hand on the button like Putin
Bust bottles, gone stupid
Sixth-gear on a backroad, lose him
She's on me for my aura
If not, I'll draw her with the music
Man said I'm tryna be like you
But I freestyled, there ain't no blueprint
3-point shooting
Hand on the button like Putin
Bust bottles, gone stupid
Sixth-gear on a backroad, lose him
She's on me for my aura
If not, I'll draw her with the music
Man said I'm tryna be like you
But I freestyled, there ain't no blueprint

[Verse 1]
Them man talk on the net and it's nothing but net when I shoot my shot
Thought he was a boss but he changed his mind when he saw that pricе, when he saw that cost
I took that L, then I madе it back, then I made it prof
Free smoke comes with the corn like cob
You ain't putting in work 'cause you ain't on job
Bad tings rate how I do this
So they show love when I roll like Cupid
This life chose me, I didn't choose it
And you've gotta wear that crep when the shoe fits
I want P's like I'm throwing up deuces
But I ain't a victim, don't be stupid
I'll line up a shoot and boom it
Slapping on heads, I'll duck, duck, goose him
Me and my girl are exclusive
All of my old tings nuisance
I call the shots like GiffGaff
Shoot and switch that so I ain't losing
I ain't got time for no riff raff
Lanes I switch that, now I'm just cruising
And I've been that guy with the youth links
Still that guy but I'm always moving

[Hook]
3-point shooting
Hand on the button like Putin
Bust bottles, gone stupid
Sixth-gear on a backroad, lose him
She's on me for my aura
If not, I'll draw her with the music
Man said I'm tryna be like you
But I freestyled, there ain't no blueprint
3-point shooting
Hand on the button like Putin
Bust bottles, gone stupid
Sixth-gear on a backroad, lose him
She's on me for my aura
If not, I'll draw her with the music
Man said I'm tryna be like you
But I freestyled, there ain't no blueprint

[Verse 2]
Dribble and shoot like Kyrie
If you wanna be like Rawza and use my flow, better run that by me
But it's unlikely
Only the real beside me
You claim you're gang, let me see that I.D
Blood in my veins all icy
I'm in the clutch and I aim precisely
Do him up close like Westbrook
Swing elbows and left-hooks
My new one, she set cah I don't even know how my ex looks
I was in uni doing up lectures
Writing bars in textbooks
Went to the trap with one darg
Made dough, tryna get that bread cooked
I came out swinging when pressured
Made dough with different methods
8ED gang signs, hand gestures
I'm the star of the show, you're extras
I kept it real when pressured
I know their characters questions
Bust bottles with real team members
Celebrate success and vengeance

[Hook]
3-point shooting
Hand on the button like Putin
Bust bottles, gone stupid
Sixth-gear on a backroad, lose him
She's on me for my aura
If not, I'll draw her with the music
Man said I'm tryna be like you
But I freestyled, there ain't no blueprint
3-point shooting
Hand on the button like Putin
Bust bottles, gone stupid
Sixth-gear on a backroad, lose him
She's on me for my aura
If not, I'll draw her with the music
Man said I'm tryna be like you
But I freestyled, there ain't no blueprint