Testo Aura Farm

([?] straight off the boat)

For a nigga, I pulled up i8, they don't wanna see me off that X pill
Cash tucked in my HommeFemme jeans, fake high nigga throwin' back Advil
I done went Goyard, I need a Hermes, I'm fly, give a fuck 'bout a standstill
Bump down on a nigga, no heartbeat, he ain't make it to surgery, he can't heal
Went Louis V Timbs to the Walmart, I'm strapped in this bitch like Paul Blart
Nigga follow me 'round like a mall cop, keep eyin' my jewels, I go Adolf This wasn't no luck, I ain't scratch off, ever laid in the grass, knocked a hat off?
If you call me fake, bitch, add [?], I ain't even price check 'till the tag off
Wе could fuck in the back of a Maybach, this motherfucker camе with the curtains
Pulled up in some shit ridin' so fast, I don't know what it is, but it's German
Hit the road with a hunnid'-some Glad bags, shit weigh down, it felt like a burden
City flooded with [?], I might gotta go rich, I know Sherman

Sherm-head bitch, come out where I been, I couldn't stay in the wind 'cause a fly-ass nigga like me don't need the air to hawk
The bitch know when I'm on location, every time I walk in, don't need to talk
How the fuck can I aura farm when they come to me to get the crops?
And I'm a man of God, one day I gotta walk the same walk that Jesus walked

Fuck no, I can't let a bitch be my ball, done had all these niggas in court
You ain't never drew blood, I can see it in your eyes, you ain't never turned shit to a corpse
Gotta get this shit in for the first and the third, 'cause it got a late fee on the fourth If you see me and twin, better call 9-11, we ain't even pull up in a Porsche
[?], so I'ma go hard for the next nine months
If I don't pop, I'ma go have a son and get back in the street, go live by the gun
Don't got a label, I do what I want, I got a bitch but I screw who I want
EBK mean I shoot who I want, don't know why he tried, they knew where I was
My family ain't proud of my life, ayy, my [?] was tuna and rice cake
My cousin in college, he at M.I.T., I just hope, is he doin' the right thing?
He worried 'bout IQ score, but I'm tryna score, I been clockin' the scoreboard
'Member back in the tenth grade, struck for a ten mill', bitch, I was only a sophomore
I didn't really fit in that work, I was high off a perc, I was tryna get off more
How the fuck is you street? I can't find the receipts of the one you dropped at the Costco
Down bad on my dick, I had went got a brick, and I brought that shit straight to my pop door
And they say I'm the biggest, they treat me like Biggie, I need them to treat me like Pac though, pussy

[?], this shit still all a dream though, nigga, I went and got it
Everything I said I'd do, nigga, I did it
[?], pussy