[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 [?]