When I'm Bored
Yeah, yeah... yeah
Okay, okay
Yeah!
I make hits when I'm bored
I can't front, I'm a goat to the core
Cut my check, don't want less I want more
Im sauced up leave the drip at the door
I want more
Yes I want more
I won't front, leave that glass on the floor
Bring that blunt, yeah we flying some more
Niggas like I just hit an encore
I want more
Don't let it simmer
Boy you won't regret
I'ma give you a night you won't forget
Oh yeah
Wake in the morning and bake
Can't trust too many people 'cause they fake yeah
Sure you ready for what happens next?
I'ma take you to a new level yeah
High in the sky
I can see through your eyes
I'm the baddest you ever gon' get
I'm way too lit, run me my check
All of my bitches yeah we get to step
Rocking the night, you know we run the town
Pull up, we faded
We cannot back down
Shut down the party
We getting naughty
We sip on Henny
And some Bacardi
When I pull up it's a hundred degrees
Some of you niggas can't keep up with me
I make hits when I'm bored
I can't front, I'm a goat to the core
Cut my check, don't want less I want more
Im sauced up leave the drip at the door
I want more
Yes I want more
I won't front, leave that glass on the floor
Bring that blunt, yeah we flying some more
Niggas like I just hit an encore
I want more
I'm not someone that you find twice
Come get in line
You tripping
On god
It ain't that deep
You feeling the heat?
Maan... whatever
Okay, okay
Yeah!
I make hits when I'm bored
I can't front, I'm a goat to the core
Cut my check, don't want less I want more
Im sauced up leave the drip at the door
I want more
Yes I want more
I won't front, leave that glass on the floor
Bring that blunt, yeah we flying some more
Niggas like I just hit an encore
I want more
Don't let it simmer
Boy you won't regret
I'ma give you a night you won't forget
Oh yeah
Wake in the morning and bake
Can't trust too many people 'cause they fake yeah
Sure you ready for what happens next?
I'ma take you to a new level yeah
High in the sky
I can see through your eyes
I'm the baddest you ever gon' get
I'm way too lit, run me my check
All of my bitches yeah we get to step
Rocking the night, you know we run the town
Pull up, we faded
We cannot back down
Shut down the party
We getting naughty
We sip on Henny
And some Bacardi
When I pull up it's a hundred degrees
Some of you niggas can't keep up with me
I make hits when I'm bored
I can't front, I'm a goat to the core
Cut my check, don't want less I want more
Im sauced up leave the drip at the door
I want more
Yes I want more
I won't front, leave that glass on the floor
Bring that blunt, yeah we flying some more
Niggas like I just hit an encore
I want more
I'm not someone that you find twice
Come get in line
You tripping
On god
It ain't that deep
You feeling the heat?
Maan... whatever
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Writer(s): Aquilla Gilbert
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