Intro:
Lil story for y’all, you know story time, I don’t how many pictures I’ve been painting that well
So vibe with me for a minute
Verse 1:
High school lust, take a bus to the butt just to bust, tell lies to his mom, he don’t wanna hear her fuss
Said “I meant to stop, I meant to quit, but she got that bomb, she too thick,”
So he call her phone, no one’s home come over, knew it wasn’t love but that’s not what he told her
Drive long range he ain’t need no rover, keep a lot of green four clover, on it, but
One day, he went and slipped up though, mama called, he answer, but he ain’t hang up though
She hear him fucking over the phone and said fuck no, mama used to trust him now she goin cut throat
Got home put into interrogation, mom know the truth and she losing all of her patience
Now he under strict watch tight wrist game, gotta play better if you try this game
Got 5 dips and he tryna lock lips with em, look at them thighs and hips he tryna get in her
Guessing he really wanna smash like hulk, favorite one of the 5, the one that deep throat
OH, (2x) she be screaming for some more, he be feenin’ so he go, hit it from the back wheel barrow
One girl changed it, went and then rearranged it, fall for her and drop the others on some loose change shit
He said girl you shine like a Kanye chain, and girl you fine nah that ain’t game
She said, you ain’t the only one, Karma gon’ owe me one
Matter fact I’m on my way to go and give your homie some
Sorry that I did you wrong but I can’t be the lonely one, mad that he lost the game before he only won
Hook:
I’m bored, ain’t nothing to do, so if you ain’t on shit, maybe Imma call you (2x) for now
I’m bored, I’m at the crib, someone slide on me, who got the whip, I got writers block so I just kinda sit
So I’m a t the crib stuck at the crib (2x)
Verse 2:
Fuck women and write songs, some hoes act like they don’t know that they all hoes
Like, “yea I used to be, truthfully, I’m a newer me,” and all this other talk but in the end they end up srewing me,”
Can’t see me like missing socks that the drier took, I’m raw, can’t find a good enough fry and cook
I gotta use at least two lines to flex, if she doing meats (meets) I do like to stretch
She gave the crew neck, we don’t even like to sweat her (sweater)
I feel bad, getting ass made it little better
All the hoes that love music love screwing, how I’m supposed to find love, no I can’t do it
Cooler than air condition in the winter so cool it, both her legs up like 12’o clock, noonish
I’m bored writing about whore on my mind, R. Kelly hoes try to bump since I’m on my grind
Pizza up on the dresser, computer up on the bed, doing stupid dances to songs that’s in my head
Then blast music, act stupid, going through my phone, mannish thoughts where the cooch is
Call a pro she can come blow me, cuz I can’t stand a hot chick with cold feet
Tryna get more neck than a neck tie, spit game like my mouth produced an X box
She pop and lock, I got a key and can opener, she giving me top and so I keep standing over her
7:30 mama come home around 8 so 7:45 get the fuck up out my place
Cleaning back up hope mama don’t notice, damn get the fuck out ain’t even tryna be bogus
I’m done with my day just tweaking chilling and playing, what’s the move for tomorrow cuz I don’t wanna be saying
Hook
