Boring

(A to B is a bad mu'fucker yeah)
Who made this beat?
Just a genius, baby

I don't want that hoe she boring
You can have her back, she yours
I'll be havin' way more fun fucking rats up in Dior
I'll type a dishonesty jottings to my concourse
If I can't take the feel off, and then I can't even port
And that's why I come from shit, but I'm the shit now (shit now)
And I've been up so long I can't even sit down
Lookin' for my mama a spot, I can pay her rent now
Now I sold so many babies, I need a whip now

They play they come up miss
Every day, I gamble with my life I'm takin' risks
I just took a flight before the K that's on my wrists
I've been runnin' soccer 'round this niggas, they getting dizzy
Bought the ship on my new set
Diamonds all across my grill and they ain't come from addicts
Off whites on the blueprint, but I come from something like Jeffrey
I got ice on me and I swear I wear that shit like Brisk
I am not an' artist, but they know I'll drop that whip

Niggas know I'm stepping
If I say I'ma send a message, lil nigga, just know I ain't textin'
They know I got a pocket full of Lettuce, and I'm dressing
Crowd nigga, you a seafood
Nofo J talkin' 'bout your nigga on the bottom, now we gotta regroup
Gave the lawyer twenty and tell him be cool
Gave my brother ten, we need to redo
We spin again, know we need to
Now we comin' back like a V2

I don't want that hoe she boring
You can have her back, she yours
I'll be havin' way more fun fucking rats up in Dior
I'll type a dishonesty jotting to my concourse (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I can't take the feel off, then I can't even port (yeah, Tigg!)

If I can't take the feel off, bitch you know, I can't even port
And you niggas punk sipping, we pull the quake up by force (by force)
And they know I put this shit one, I'll be drippin' to the floor (yeah)
Fitted the Chrome hearts with the mirrors and Diors (whoo)

Designer, they mismatch (yeah)
If I got your hoe, I want that hoe, you can get that bitch back (I want it)
They know I'm a big back (yeah), yeah, I'm speaking big facts (facts)
Yeah, they hold mine just like plaque (whoo)
Jessy ate me like a snack (oh)
Bit little fine she, she from Chiraq

I don't want that hoe she boring
You can have her back, she yours
I'll be havin' way more fun fucking rats up in Dior
I'll type a dishonesty jottings to my concourse
If I can't take the feel off, and then I can't even port (port)