Bored

[Chorus]
Bitch this shit on the floor, floor, floor
Bitch I be talking my shit I be bored, bored, oh, bored
You text my phone on that shit you ignored, ignored, oh, no
You running up on that shit we gon' blow, blow, oh, blow
She wanna see me said come to my show, oh, oh
That bitch a treesh and we already knew, knew, oh
Rick Owen jeans all on me like some trues, oh, oh
I knew that you was gone leave me its true, oh, oh

[Verse]
Bitch, I'm in that— oh
Whip with the black out tints
Sipping that shit I might pass out
I got a stick I don't lack out bitch
Playing that shit I might black out
I might pull up in them black out tints
Playing them games you gone lag out bitch
I don't miss frames i move tact now bitch
Young nigga block hot like Miami
I can see you a bitch but thats not in me
I went up now it's stuck what done got in me
I went up now it's stuck what done got in me
All my choppas they sing like they got grammy's
I might fuck on your mother, not granny
I got too many sons like I got nanny
Tell that hoe that I want dome but not fanny

[Chorus]
Bitch this shit on the floor, floor, floor
Bitch I be talking my shit I be bored, bored, oh, bored
You text my phone on that shit you ignored, ignored, oh, no
You running up on that shit we gon' blow, blow, oh, blow
She wanna see me said come to my show, oh, oh
That bitch a treesh and we already knew, knew, oh
Rick Owen jeans all on me like some trues, oh, oh
I knew that you was gone leave me its true, oh, oh