Lyrics

[Produced by Velo] [Chorus] No, I can't wait anymore Hate to kick in your door But the truth stinks like Christian Dior Why you tryna make me bored Yeah, why you tryna make me bored (Make me bored, damn, ay) No, I can't wait no more Hate to kick in your door But the truth stinks like Christian Dior Why you tryna make me bored Yeah, why you tryna make me bored (Make me bored, damn, ay) [Verse 1] Doing the shit that makes me an underdog Had to hit the blunter, dog You know that I been under pressure Was never a thunder guesser Now I'm the one, proffessor Hope you proud, I know I was loud But I finally fucking made it I know you fucking hate it Look at Ms. Shelly, we called her Ms. Smelly And she had a big belly, I got the ice like Kelly's Watching XXL on my telle But fuck it, I got 3 milly Don't want to be illy Fake my personality, show me some morality Get my bitch to marry me, then we go to daddy's beach Sucking up the clout like a leech "Man shut the fuck up, you ain't 'bout that life" Lil Sea, 2020, hate to fucking chop your kite Or your motherfucking bike But your momma is a dyke You know I'm fucking kidding And the truth is hidden, my soul is for bidding The devil wanna take it, the lyrics, fam I fake it The disses man, I hate it But I gotta rate it, Yamu was so desperate You can go on my next shit 'Cause it will be my worst, but it will be your best shit In this game, you are a fucking guest, bitch One minute, 30 second long Motherfucking songs Do you know what's fucking wrong? Hell no you don't, getting high off them bongs No beef said the fucker Hell, naw, then stop saying I'm a sucker Or me and Lil Sea and Yung C Or all my motherfuckers from long beach Gon' pull up with the bucka Only time you get your dick sucked is a hooker But she needs to microscope that bitch to even see the hook, eugh! [Chorus] No, I can't wait anymore Hate to kick in your door But the truth stinks like Christian Dior Why you tryna make me bored Yeah, why you tryna make me bored (Make me bored, damn, ay) No, I can't wait no more Hate to kick in your door But the truth stinks like Christian Dior Why you tryna make me bored Yeah, why you tryna make me bored (Make me bored, damn, ay) [Verse 2] It's a miracle for once, a lyrical-ass dunce Just made it and he's [?]