No tone, right?
Put my voice up.
Say less.
Tired of all the fake shit.
Tired of all the bullshit.
Tired of all these niggas talking about they gonna do shit.
these niggas ready to squash shit you gotta follow me ain't squashed to shit say less
Say less.
Say less.
Say less.
I ain't squashing shit, Jay-Z can tell me.
do it.
I'ma tell them no.
OGs get on the blogs, act like they killers.
Most of them niggas hold trenches.
I'm
Like Drake, but I can't count that nigga baby ho.
I grew up a screw up after he did cribbo with the stove.
on my face.
Did he probably troll?
I get a Grammy.
I'm on stage with killings.
How I be at shows?
No gimmicks.
I told boo he just like Kendrick with his shiesty flow I used to look up to them hoodlet
I had to shop at Payless.
For lawyers, you can't pay less.
I can swipe off lawyers and for choppers with my Apex.
Dirk ain't from the trenches Who the fuck can really say that?
Dirk ain't for his niggas Who the fuck can really say that?
Say less Say less Say less Say less
Say less, nigga.
Say less.
Say less, nigga.
Man, what?
I ain't gotta talk about it, now I got it, look Nigga, style is good, take style from me, I promise you
I don't want the bitch if she don't do it sloppy, yeah We not hearing it, barbarians, the big What's rocky?
Her hair, look sloppy The feds on my body, cause my Cuban ain't so rocky Look at her mess, fuck Christmas Even if it ain't no holiday, I slay Fuck breakfast, she gon' eat me up and swallow me I'm like, yeah, my ex-bitch don't like me But she still follow me, cause I'm lit
And my enemies shootin' in the air like Hail Mary, we blitz
Look, after all that I did Sorry, baby, I don't wanna find no love in silence
Ratchet on me, ratchet right on my head Pass it, it's a lil' broski, he gon' empty the closet Like Tracy McGrady, I'ma keep one up in my shed Let it reflect the name, you know my niggas ain't with nothin' Let's go in, Durkee, oh, you know we, we wildin' Word to my me, Montana got but for Surinamte Spend the blocks, send the shots, so much shots Hit his body, you gon' think a nigga got the monkey pox Movin' on dead silence, nigga, it's a war zone outside Movin' like Little Red Robin, hoodie on all the time, huh
Tired of all the fake shit.
Tired of all the bullshit.
Tired of all these niggas talking about they gonna do shit.
All these niggas ready to squash.
Shit, you gotta parlor me.
I ain't squashin' shit.
Say less.
Say less.
Say less, nigga Say less Say less, nigga Man, what?
