Outta Boredom (Sped Up) Lyrics

Yea, she eat up the dick outta boredom

A bed I couldn't even a

Know what I'm saying

Yea Yea, Yea Yea

Yea Yea, Yea Yea

She eat up the dick out of boredom

Nigga my kids I abort em

A bed I couldn't even a

Know what I'm saying

A bed I couldn't even afford it

I slept on the floor at the apartments

I ran this shit up the largest

And lost it all fast as I started

Still stand 10 toes, flip flops

Smackdown, pussy boy, Chris Rock

Poured up, wait till that shit drop

Poled up, hit till that stick hot

Twenty dollars in a nigga pocket, I was riding round trying to hit

I had took this shit, up a whole notch, they had hands out trying to get it

Yeah Yeah

Couple dollars now he think he did some

We the type to go and get him stripped for it

I just want the paper like a clipboard yeah

Don't speak on the boy, I suggest you go mind your business, like fuck what you heard

I feel like a star, I run up these mother fucking benjis, whatever that's worth

A money machine, I want everything clean, except for the syrup

I get home fill up her purse

So she don't get on my nerves

Why would I go spend all of my time on that shit, just not to flex

This dope that I smoke is the best

I say everything on my chest

Why would I go spend all of my time on this bitch, if she got me stressed

Can't cuff on that hoe no I

Can't cuff on that hoe no arrest

(We all just want someone that's gone listen)

You don't want to know how I really feel

You don't want to hear what I got to say

Not holding back oh no not today

All of these boys trying to ride the wave

BlacBoy is chosen my hot take

I give out the swag like hot cakes

You know that life don't discriminate

This shit is really just what you make

Everybody keep living anyway

Everybody keep living anyway

20 dollars, I said now can ride with couple thousands

Now I can ride with a couple thousands

I want the M's not thousands

Trying to grow all the green and make the money sprout

And give it all to my son hope he hold it down

Give it all to the ones that held me down

She know BlacBoy the flyyest without a doubt

Don't speak on the boy, I suggest you go mind your business, like fuck what you heard

I feel like a star, I run up these mother fucking benjis, whatever that's worth

A money machine, I want everything clean, except for the syrup

I get home fill up her purse

So she don't get on my nerves

Why would I go spend all of my time on that shit, just not to flex

This dope that I smoke is the best

I say everything on my chest

Why would I go spend all of my time on this bitch, if she got me stressed

Can't cuff on that hoe no I

Can't cuff on that hoe no arrest

(We all just want someone that's gone listen)

(We all just want someone that's gone listen)