Bored Lyrics

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, uh, uh

I'm unoccasionally sober with my pistol in my holster

Packing packs and flicking roaches, prices high because I posted

I ain't fucking with entitled bitches, but my bitches feel entitled

Keep me eating, talking food, I'm talking ego, talking pussy, talking bullshit

My office, my mind, I'm fucking locked in

I manage with a couple hundred thousand, y'all keep watching

Drowning in addiction, I'm addicted to this paper

They saying I'm obsessed, I'm saying I'm just dedicated

In this mansion, I be baked in, smoking cheefing, bitch a bird

She be chirping, she be fucking for no reason

Got a house, got a car, fuck my heart, cause I love that bitch

She say I'm only good for dick, I'm responding in a way where I'm fulfilling my purpose

I make a victim every time I spit a rhyme, it's either suicide or murder

Pick a motive, print your name and then cursive, hang off a bridge, single handed

The other one too busy shoving metal up in the burner

This that, who is this, I'm that motherfucker you ain't heard of

I'm too real for reality, why they tripping when I speak

Saying words that I don't need, I'm just chilling being me

In the corner with a 50 round clip and Hennessy

Light of bluntin', show these bitches how a druggy get green

Ten deep in the bitch, I call a Bitch Tennessee

I call a bitch that only answer for me

If not, she ain't worth a D, I'm not the one that's in need

Blessings on repetitively

The fact that I'm always right, something that's helping me sleep

The fact that I'm living right, where I can do as I please

And still have money in my bank account, bank account

I got more cash than whatever's up in my bank account

Type of flow that Drake look at and say, damn it, that sound like me

But that ain't me, I'm still on stage, keep your seat until after I fucking leave

I've never been the one for pictures, evidence that I don't need

Move in silence, hush, please

Make my dog silent killers, call him Hush Puppy

Selling necks, selling coke, selling weed

What you need, I'm a bag full of dreams

What you thinking, I got twisted off the Tea

Hold your liquor, baby, please

You getting bruises on your knees

That's a secret I can't keep and I'm not into trashy

I like them pretty when they shit don't stink

I could keep on going, but honestly, I'm just bored with the beat

I could keep on going, I'm just bored with the beat

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah