Alluda - AOB Lyrics

I'm tearing
Music blaring I ain't caring
Get that guap up blow it on a Mclaren
Or a chain around my neck
Glistening got em staring
Diamonds dancing
That's that Aquafina flaring
I'm tearing
Music blaring
I ain't caring
Get that guap up
Blow it on a Mclaren
Or a chain around my neck
Glistening got em staring
Diamonds dancing
That's the Aquafina flaring

Whip wrists like kool-aid
Yeah it's so cool yo
Chillin with that sugar ice
Straight by the pool
So clean
Posted up with the team
Born to do this like music was in my jeans
Spaced out
Like my music labeled space jams
Was on that low shit before
But then I made plans
Watch out
I'm trying to get made like the main man
Get the dollars quick
That's the shit
Lemonade stand
You'd think I worked a bakery
Cause I'mma get the bread
Cut the record
Get the checkers
Know my homies getting fed
Think outside the box
How I use my head
Survival tactic Apparatus
Set to lead and not be led
What's up
I got my sums up
I'm on the come up
Running guns up with heat hotter than the mid summer
Strolling with spit rolling like some big thunder
In other words you should know that I'm a drummer

And I'm tearing
Music blaring I ain't caring
Get that guap up blow it on a Mclaren
Or a chain around my neck
Glistening got em staring
Diamonds dancing
That's that Aquafina flaring
I'm tearing
Music blaring
I ain't caring
Get that guap up
Blow it on a Mclaren
Or a chain around my neck
Glistening got em staring
Diamonds dancing
That's the Aquafina flaring

Drip of the realest
If they can't feel it
Then they must be on some shit
I cant deal with
I been peeling
Reeling in good vibes
For that mental healing
Vibrational change, Set to rise

Hold on
I'm finna blowout
Work me up a stack
Get a Lac, Then get a gold mouth
Hold on
Oh I cant slow down
When the track grows sprouts
I'mma go all out
Ten toes down
How you roll now?
With the windows open
And the speakers throwing loud
With the tires smoking
Leaving street glowing
Wow
That's what they're saying
When they realize I been holding out
Inducing a craze like
I was Rolling Loud
Searching for a higher meaning
Call me a poetic scout
I been in my lanes
I been making routes
Wrist get to sparkling
Like water from a leaky spout

I'm tearing
Music blaring
I ain't caring
Get that guap up
Blow it on a Mclaren
And yeah I got ammo
But nah I ain't sparing
Hanging loose in rotation
You can call me a bearing
Chaining 'em up
Links
Finna get 'round like a rink
Vinyls spinnin'
Tiles, Linen
Styles and the drinks
Vile spitting
Hits 'em
Like venom to a fink
Ain't a average with the rapping
I been at it for the thinks
Boss thoughts
Got lots
Dropping hot potatoes
And working on my knots
Shave my cars head
Like it won't have a top
Once I get on my grind
I can't ever stop
You would think I'm whipping dope up in my drops
Damn