Bored lyrics

[Chorus]
b*tch this sh*t on the floor, floor, floor
b*tch I be talking my sh*t I be bored, bored, oh, bored
You text my phone on that sh*t you ignored, ignored, oh, no
You running up on that sh*t we gon' blow, blow, oh, blow
She wanna see me said come to my show, oh, oh
That b*tch a treesh and we already knew, knew, oh
Rick Owen jeans all on me like some trues, oh, oh
I knew that you was gone leave me its true, oh, oh

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm in that— oh
Whip with the black out tints
Sipping that sh*t I might pass out
I got a stick I don't lack out b*tch
Playing that sh*t I might black out
I might pull up in them black out tints
Playing them games you gone lag out b*tch
I don't miss frames i move tact now b*tch
Young n*gga block hot like Miami
I can see you a b*tch but thats not in me
I went up now it's stuck what done got in me
I went up now it's stuck what done got in me
All my choppas they sing like they got grammy's
I might f*ck on your mother, not granny
I got too many sons like I got nanny
Tell that hoe that I want dome but not fanny
[Chorus]
b*tch this sh*t on the floor, floor, floor
b*tch I be talking my sh*t I be bored, bored, oh, bored
You text my phone on that sh*t you ignored, ignored, oh, no
You running up on that sh*t we gon' blow, blow, oh, blow
She wanna see me said come to my show, oh, oh
That b*tch a treesh and we already knew, knew, oh
Rick Owen jeans all on me like some trues, oh, oh
I knew that you was gone leave me its true, oh, oh