I'm bored stiff, all my bitches are long distance/
so i get in my car and drift, loud music songs blisterings/
i'm geared up but you wouldn't notice, windows tinted and my rims bogus/
all black clothing, dressed to roll up on niggas like pre-used trojans/
even when the cops ride behind me, i'll lose em quick try and find me/
they got a nine but i got two, side by side mines is siamese/
they keep going, and i keep rolling, i hit 7 eleven not knowing that/
on my phone a hoodrat, was asking if i wanted to recieve or kick it....head or tails? both fuck calling it/
picked up some magnums, grey goose some shit she asked for/
hit her crib and run the type of game that couldn't be called by bradshaw/
unbutton her blouse with my teeth, hand off/
went right up the middle, no block i ran off/
her turn, i'll recieve, she puts it all the way back...like damn ma/
when i pulled out you would've thought my dick was a tampon/
Got dressed like X in belly, jumped in the car, crusing steady/
heading home laughing like you a fool for real be/
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