BlacBoy - Outta Boredom Lyrics

Yea, she eat up the dick outta boredom
A bed I couldn't even a
Know what I'm saying
Yea Yea, Yea Yea
Yea Yea, Yea Yea
She eat up the dick out of boredom
Nigga my kids I abort em
A bed I couldn't even a
Know what I'm saying
A bed I couldn't even afford it
I slept on the floor at the apartments
I ran this shit up the largest
And lost it all fast as I started
Still stand 10 toes, flip flops
Smackdown, pussy boy, Chris Rock
Poured up, wait till that shit drop
Poled up, hit till that stick hot
Twenty dollars in a nigga pocket, I was riding round trying to hit
I had took this shit, up a whole notch, they had hands out trying to get it
Yeah Yeah
Couple dollars now he think he did some
We the type to go and get him stripped for it
I just want the paper like a clipboard yeah
Don't speak on the boy, I suggest you go mind your business, like f*ck what you heard
I feel like a star, I run up these mother f*cking benjis, whatever that's worth
A money machine, I want everything clean, except for the syrup
I get home fill up her purse
So she don't get on my nerves
Why would I go spend all of my time on that shit, just not to flex
This dope that I smoke is the best
I say everything on my chest
Why would I go spend all of my time on this bitch, if she got me stressed
Can't cuff on that hoe no I
Can't cuff on that hoe no arrest
(We all just want someone that's gone listen)
You don't want to know how I really feel
You don't want to hear what I got to say
Not holding back oh no not today
All of these boys trying to ride the wave
BlacBoy is chosen my hot take
I give out the swag like hot cakes
You know that life don't discriminate
This shit is really just what you make
Everybody keep living anyway
Everybody keep living anyway
20 dollars, I said now can ride with couple thousands
Now I can ride with a couple thousands
I want the M's not thousands
Trying to grow all the green and make the money sprout
And give it all to my son hope he hold it down
Give it all to the ones that held me down
She know BlacBoy the flyyest without a doubt
Don't speak on the boy, I suggest you go mind your business, like f*ck what you heard
I feel like a star, I run up these mother f*cking benjis, whatever that's worth
A money machine, I want everything clean, except for the syrup
I get home fill up her purse
So she don't get on my nerves
Why would I go spend all of my time on that shit, just not to flex
This dope that I smoke is the best
I say everything on my chest
Why would I go spend all of my time on this bitch, if she got me stressed
Can't cuff on that hoe no I
Can't cuff on that hoe no arrest
(We all just want someone that's gone listen)
(We all just want someone that's gone listen)