Say Less (feat. Brielle Lesley)

(Beat I got that play)

I done came up, yeah

I'm the same one, never changed up, uh-uh

I been gettin' to the back

Gettin' to the back

Guess that's why they mad

Guess that's why they mad

I don't wanna see no new faces

They ain't helpin' **** beat these cases

Pay them lawyer fees, now they good now

I done helped my family out the hood now

I done did everything I said

It was all bad

Now it feel good to be ahead

It was all scams

Had to find ways to feed the team, yeah

I remember it was just a dream, yeah

I know they been prayin' on my downfall

Tell them boys stay blessed (Stay blessed)

I don't even wanna be around y'all

I'ma glow up, say less, say less

Yeah

Let 'em talk, I'ma let the moves speak

Say less

Yeah

All pros on these hoes, go up

Say less

Yeah

If they ain't with you then you gotta let 'em go

Say less

(Fuck 'em)

Yeah

And I'll die for you, ever see me fold

Say less

I just knocked down a gay bitch, no cap (Hard facts)

Ain't want to put it in my song

'Cause I might go back

(I ain't gon' lie)

Damn, pussy so wet, ass so fat (Ooh)

Threw the neck all night, where my soul at?

Hundred worth of blues

Twenty straps, I won't post that (Never)

Pass my old hoes to the gang

Let my bro crack (Bitch)

Forty pump a **** up like he got low gas (Ah-ah)

Pull up, chop shit down like I mow grass

Bitches tryna hit my line, that's my old jack

Change my number on them hoes

I can't go back (Fuck off)

Y'all stop postin' that lil' bitch

That's my old rat

I ain't gon' lie

That bitch bad with her broke ass, aye

Bro just got his gun license

Let me tote mags

Would've had mine

But twelve caught my slow ass

Bloat ass, bitch pussy good

But she got no ass

Ho ass, up the clip on you like for sure mag

Big stick, make you disappear

Like I know witchcraft

Knock some pounds off your ass

Forty slim fast (Forty slim fast)

Punchin' sweet, blowin' woods

Rubbin' your bitch ass (Lil' bitch dick ass)

My bars and kids everywhere like this gym class

Man these hoes, they suck everybody, shit sad

Thought I found the one for me

That shit switched fast (Real quick)

Twenty bands in my luggage

Let me get past (Excuse me sir)

Scuff my Balencis, fuck around

Smack your bitch ass

Lil' **** out here cuffin' hoes that they mans hit (**** lame)

And then try to beef with him 'bout that same bitch (**** lame)

Makin' threats all on Twitter on some lame shit

**** I don't do no typin'

I'm like Rae Sremmurd

Press my button and I'm blastin' like a spaceship (Real fast)

Got a show, we in the Sprinter with like eight sticks (Oh God)

Yeah, had to get my cheese straight like braces (I does)

These **** tryna steal my sauce

They like plankton

Big pimpin', I got ten on me, all hoes

Got another ten strip on me off shows

Mel got a twenty ball on him off bows

Swan got a dub on him all off phones

Since he hidin', we gon' pay to get dog gone

Bullets hit his grill up like some charcoal, aye

All that backstabbin' turned my heart cold

Numb the pain with the money

I can't let the scars show, aye