Bored

Lyrics

[Intro] Are you in the mafia? Am I in the what? [Chorus] I'm playin' with the blues, I'm playin' with the pints You playin' with the mafia, you playin' with your life I'm playin' with the dog, I'm hittin' that shit twice I'm playin' with your ho, she think she a nigga wife I'm playin' with the brown, I'm playin' with the oranges I play around with these hoes' heart when I get bored You playin' in the streets, I'm playin' with a bag I'm playin' bitches bold, you goin' out sad [Verse 1] I don't want the lip, bitch, I just came to trick Fly a bitch to Cali, buy her ass and some tits (Come on) Took two-fifty and I made me a split Sweets FaceTimed me, say he almost at a brick These not Balmains, bitch, these Amiris Thirty-two flavors, bitch, this shit like Ben & Jerry's Me and this lil' AR pistol just got married You'd never get no money 'cause you scary When we go out, it's at least twenty with us All-white buffs on, I don't do no sit-ups (I don't do no sit-ups) Stalkin' bitch textin', tryna meet dick this a set up I'm tryna see how many grams I can press up [Chorus] I'm playin' with the blues, I'm playin' with the pints You playin' with the mafia, you playin' with your life I'm playin' with the dog, I'm hittin' that shit twice I'm playin' with your ho, she think she a nigga wife I'm playin' with the brown, I'm playin' with the oranges I play around with these hoes' heart when I get bored You playin' in the streets, I'm playin' with a bag I'm playin' bitches bold, you goin' out sad [Verse 2] I don't want the lip, bitch, I just came to trick Smokin' White Runtz, this shit five hundred a zip Got some Act' poured, this 'bout twenty-five a sip Keep one up top with a 30 in the clip New chain, new chain alert, this bitch super icy Soon as I got it, show my haters and I knew they liked it I got this bad smart bitch with a stupid body She always pick rich niggas, got a choosing problem She playin' with my balls, I'm hittin' her with the pipe Her nigga want a feature, told him, "Bet, I need some pints" I'm playin' with the dog, the feds playin' around with my dogs I'ma make it right back if I spend it all Nigga, all I gotta do is point, Chris Paul Versace on my belt, Versace on my drawers I'm in the bar performing, got some shooters in the car I'm sippin' all the red, but I'm sellin' all the par [Chorus] I'm playin' with the blues, I'm playin' with the pints You playin' with the mafia, you playin' with your life I'm playin' with the dog, I'm hittin' that shit twice I'm playin' with your ho, she think she a nigga wife I'm playin' with the browns, I'm playin' with the oranges I play around with these hoes' heart when I get bored You playin' in the streets, I'm playin' with a bag I'm playin' bitches bold, you goin' out sad