I’m Bored (Bang sh*t / Thug n*gga Story) lyrics

[Verse]
I had to tell her she can go 'cause I don't need her
I kicked that hoe right on the road fo' I mistreat her
I'm [?] store, b*tch, I'm off the meter
I relapsed on smoke b*tch I'm smokin' reefer
Gang sh*t that bang sh*t that kill yo' mane sh*t
I'm bored as a motherf*cker, I don't rap like this
You pack yo' sh*t hoe and you left so, why you callin' me?
You saw my post on Instagram, hoe why you stalkin' me?
You met up with the police, n*gga did you rat on me?
I'm fresh as hell, the police watchin' got them racks on me
I want a n*gga fo' to try me, got that strap on me
I really kill, like for real, b*tch, don't play with me
Call on you, boy you ain't Jesus, I don't need a n*gga
These hoes so fake, they artificial, let her f*ck my n*gga
Don't gotta like my song, wait until my album drop
He put me in a song, you know that I split his top
My godmomma wanna f*ck me, thought I was yo' child?
These diamonds on me got me shinin', guess that change yo' mind
Said you want smoke b*tch you a junky, need to change your style
Yo' mama 12 (What that mean?), you a police child
I swear I love that hoe to death but, she waste my time
I went to jail to many times, sat back on my grind
I told y'all bout my life but, now I'm steppin' out my prime
Don't wanna lose yo' life, then n*gga then stay in line
I sip on nun but lean, n*gga, I don't drink no wine
The police took my tiger, b*tch, I'm bout to buy a lion
Outside my Air and B, I got these hoes in a line
I had a dream last night that I up and died
You bet not call my family, hoe, if I really die
I know these n*ggas wanna kill me so, I keep that fire
Don't f*ck with rappers I don't know, I got a crazy mind
Yo' boss mane wanna talk, I told Z-Bo hang up that line
f*ck this rap, you my bro, you know I ain't lyin'
I'ma felon, I guess I belong to the state
I'ma Reverend, send yo ass to heaven, stay up in yo place
I ain't stressin' hoe, you shouldn't've left me so, I f*ck on Nae
Three condos, never slept in one, I don't know where I stay
I told that hoe that I don't need her, you can leave, b*tch
I told that boy that I'm a killer, b*tch, don't play with me
That FN hold 22 and it stay with me
f*ck BR, I hate Baton Rouge, b*tch, come step on me