Bored
Talk yo' shit some more
Bitch i'm gettin' bored
I don't care no more
I fuck another whore
Talk yo' shit some more
Bitch i'm gettin' bored
I don't care no more
I fuck another whore
They be on my dick cos' i'm moving quick
Try to catch up? Switch the lane, never take your shit
Always with a bitch but I called her by a different name
Now she gettin' mad so I had to cut her off again
I be on my shit, always blacked out
She be on my dick, make her tap out
Chuggin' all the drink 'til I black out
Catch him when he slips, make him tap out
I stay on my own and I stick to myself
I think to my school life, it's fuck you to death
Tortured and tested, now act like we're friends
Back off my shit, i'm not fucking wit' them
Follow the dreams I imagine
Way too much pressure i'm packing up
I'm on my grind, never slacking
I hear the beat I attack it
If you want beef, better move along
I'm just too focused on making my songs
I get the hate, I just carry on
You wanna hate, I just carry on
I make her cum, she can't fight it
Back on my bullshit, i'm grinding
Fuck out my face, perfect timing
Bitch i'm so selfish, i'm bindin'
I never cared for the fame
I keep my head in the game
You wanna talk shit on my name for some clout whilst you're throwing me doubt
But you're ducking in person
You bitch, i'm ashamed
I'm still at the top anyway
I never cared for you bitches, you lame
Move out my way, I'm not changing
My plays, they be rising
You biting my ways, all you fuck-boys, you act like you wise
You don't know shit, get the fuck out my eyes
Never come back, all you fakes I despise
Gun for the top, I don't hear all your cries
Bitch on my line and she do all the talking
She throwing it back, i'ma cheat like i'm Mormon
All of the fake friends, they stacking and forming
I do not care bitch I kill the informant
I do not care bitch I kill the informant
Couple of homies that show they are real
The bond never broke, bitch we solid like steel
Bitch like a fish so i'm windin' that reel
You talkin' this shit, I might pull up and kill
Tell me my music is trash
Bitch i'm still human, i'll put you on blast
"Gotta act bigger than everyone hating"
That's what they say when they know that i'm ragin'
Bitch i'm in rage mode with all of you fakin'
Takin' the love that I give you to break it
I'm on my own, never needed nobody to roll
Run from my problems, I'm burning my soles
Missing the heart shape, i've bled from the soul
Missing the heart shape, i'll rot in the cold
Missing the heart shape, i've bled from the soul
Missing the heart shape, i'll rot in the cold
Bitch i'm gettin' bored
I don't care no more
I fuck another whore
Talk yo' shit some more
Bitch i'm gettin' bored
I don't care no more
I fuck another whore
They be on my dick cos' i'm moving quick
Try to catch up? Switch the lane, never take your shit
Always with a bitch but I called her by a different name
Now she gettin' mad so I had to cut her off again
I be on my shit, always blacked out
She be on my dick, make her tap out
Chuggin' all the drink 'til I black out
Catch him when he slips, make him tap out
I stay on my own and I stick to myself
I think to my school life, it's fuck you to death
Tortured and tested, now act like we're friends
Back off my shit, i'm not fucking wit' them
Follow the dreams I imagine
Way too much pressure i'm packing up
I'm on my grind, never slacking
I hear the beat I attack it
If you want beef, better move along
I'm just too focused on making my songs
I get the hate, I just carry on
You wanna hate, I just carry on
I make her cum, she can't fight it
Back on my bullshit, i'm grinding
Fuck out my face, perfect timing
Bitch i'm so selfish, i'm bindin'
I never cared for the fame
I keep my head in the game
You wanna talk shit on my name for some clout whilst you're throwing me doubt
But you're ducking in person
You bitch, i'm ashamed
I'm still at the top anyway
I never cared for you bitches, you lame
Move out my way, I'm not changing
My plays, they be rising
You biting my ways, all you fuck-boys, you act like you wise
You don't know shit, get the fuck out my eyes
Never come back, all you fakes I despise
Gun for the top, I don't hear all your cries
Bitch on my line and she do all the talking
She throwing it back, i'ma cheat like i'm Mormon
All of the fake friends, they stacking and forming
I do not care bitch I kill the informant
I do not care bitch I kill the informant
Couple of homies that show they are real
The bond never broke, bitch we solid like steel
Bitch like a fish so i'm windin' that reel
You talkin' this shit, I might pull up and kill
Tell me my music is trash
Bitch i'm still human, i'll put you on blast
"Gotta act bigger than everyone hating"
That's what they say when they know that i'm ragin'
Bitch i'm in rage mode with all of you fakin'
Takin' the love that I give you to break it
I'm on my own, never needed nobody to roll
Run from my problems, I'm burning my soles
Missing the heart shape, i've bled from the soul
Missing the heart shape, i'll rot in the cold
Missing the heart shape, i've bled from the soul
Missing the heart shape, i'll rot in the cold
Credits
Writer(s): Elliot Taylor
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