Boredom freestyle (Acapella)
• Written by KO
beam on his back, i aint missing
pull up with choppas, we get to blitzin
keep me the strap, i up the smithen
yall need t relax, yall need to listen
they hate on a nigga, my diamonds they icy, they glisten
they hate on a nigga, they bring out the glockys
then it gets nasty
im taking ur bitch, ooh that bih classy
gun with a laser, it finna tag 'im
bullets they hit him so hard, got him laggy
love me my snacks like scooby, i aint no shaggy
solving these mysteries, me and the crew
i ball wit my nigga, yk what we do
put shit together, let it simmer, cook it up like stew
we carry guns for fashion, use our hands, do kung fu
hit his goofy ass with that one two
she all over my body, callin me boo
but girl i dont love you
i love that cash
with my niggas, in a foriegn we dash
Black AMG on the highway, we going fast
he ask me a question, sent him to the past
he talking sm shit, consider him trash
yh he stinky, he smell like he farted
off the perc, im going retarded
im gon finish what i started
r.i.p to the dearly departed
love all my niggas but i stay cold hearted
posted up with the gang, yh thats my team
sippin sm juice, got me in a lucid dream
infrared lasers, my chops love the beam
tagged his leg, left that nigga with a lean
