You Bored

Im lit too lit
Who's this
Thats facts I'm it
Back then they cap
You mad whats that
They want to be kid
Loud pack I mack I chill
Don't care about what you did
We stack we ball thats facts
Yeah I be on some shit
Pack it up
Stack it up
Getting to the bag up your stamina
Flipping getting to the bag
Ion care for ya
Tell me how you really mad
Lil amateur
They watch how I flex
They see me finesse
These niggas really really
Be a fan of ya
See your bitch in the back
Not a fan of ya
If that kitty come around
Im going to handle her
Shit gonna be too lit
Sounds like a movement
But if she want me then shes stupid
I like green I like hooping
Ball out until my eyes drooping
Yall straight up amusement
Stay talking down like y'all do shit
Yall my little students
No improvement
Nigga I do this

You salt
You talk
Don't walk
My dogs
They lit
We on
Get a bag little nigga you bored
Get a bag little nigga you bored
You a sad little nigga you bored
Get a bag little nigga you bored
You a sad little nigga you bored

Nigga you bored
Ya chat and ya lie
Wrist got a clock
It's telling the time
Niggas move salty
They sour like lime
I move in silence
They call me a mime
Lace off a blunt
Its blowing my mind
These bitches bored
They fuck up my grind
Ya piece is weak ya card decline
Ice in my vein shot on the line
These niggas mad
These niggas sad
Told that lil boy get up go get bag
Im in the game
I hope that shit don't lag
Twenty-four seconds left
Making it splash
Bolt on my chest
Keep on running like flash
Crash like a bandicoot
We on the track
Keeping it simple
We know that you wack
Keeping it simple
We know that you wack

You salt
You talk
Don't walk
My dogs
They lit
We on
Get a bag little nigga you bored
Get a bag little nigga you bored
You a sad little nigga you bored
Get a bag little nigga you bored
You a sad little nigga you bored



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Latouche
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