Say Less (feat. Lil Durk & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie)

Yeah, heh, okay

No 'tune right? Turn my voice up

Yeah

Say less

Tired of all the fake shit, tired of all the bullshit

Yeah, Smurk, let's get it

Tired of all these **** talkin' 'bout they gon' do shit

Tired of all these **** ready to squash shit

You got a problem with me, I ain't squashin' shit

Say less, say less, say less, say less

Say less, say less, say less, say less, yeah, yeah

I ain't squashin' shit, JAY-Z can tell me, "Do it," I'ma tell him, "No" (Man, what?)

OGs get on the blogs, act like they killers, most them **** hoes

Trenches, I'm like Drake, but I can't cap, that **** baby HOV

I grew up a screw up, got to heat the crib up with the stove

Fifteen roaches crawled up on my face, Diddy probably trolled

I get a Grammy, I'm on stage with killers, how I be at shows

No gimmick, I told Pooh he just like Kendrick with a Shiesty flow

I used to look up to them hood legends, some are mices though

Say less, I had to shop at Payless, for lawyers you can't pay less

I can swipe off lawyers and four choppers with my Apex

"Durk ain't from the trenches," who the fuck can really say that?

"Durk ain't for his ****," who the fuck can really say that?

Say less (Pussy), say less, say less, ****, say less

Say less, ****, say less, say less, ****

Man, what? (Aye)

Huh, I ain't gotta talk about it, now I got it, look

**** stylist get they style from me, I promise ya

I don't want the bitch if she don't do it sloppy, yeah

We not hearin' it, barbarians

The bed was rocky, her head was sloppy

The Feds on my body 'cause my Cuban link so ocky

Look, Hermès for Christmas, even if it ain't no holiday, I sled

For 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

Uh, after all that I did

Sorry, baby, I don't wanna find no love in Starless

Ratchet, ratchet on me, ratchet right on my hip

Pass it to the broski, he gon' empty the clips

Like Tracy McGrady, I'ma keep one up in my shit

Let it off like the Navy, all my **** ain't with nothin'

Let's go, me and Durkio, you already know we, we wildin'

Word to mommy, Montana got booked for servin' nine tens

Spin the block, sendin' shots, so much shots hit his body

You gon' think a **** got the monkeypox

Ooh, don't diss, honest, ****, it's a warzone outside

Movin' like Little Red Robin, hoodie on all the time, look

Tired of all the fake shit, tired of all the bullshit

Tired of all these **** talkin' 'bout they gon' do shit

Tired of all these **** ready to squash shit

You got a problem with me, I ain't squashin' shit

Say less, say less, say less, say less, ****

Say less, say less, ****, say less, say less, ****

Man, what?