Swizz Beatz, Lil Durk, A Boogie wit da Hoodie - Say Less lyrics

Yeah, heh, okay
No 'tune right? Turn my voice up yeah, yeah
Say less

Tired of all the fake shit
Tired of all the bullshit
(yeah, Smurk, let's get it)
Tired of all these niggas talkin'
'bout they gon' do shit
Tired of all these niggas
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 (You know what the fuck goin' on, man
Smurk, I'm with the 'Za, nigga, haha)

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 likе they killers
Most them niggas hoеs (Rat)
Trenches, I'm like Drake, but I can't cap
That nigga baby Hov (yeah)
I grew up a screw up
Got to heat the crib up with the stove
(yeah)
Fifteen roaches crawled up on my face
Diddy probably trolled
(Man, he probably trolled) i get a Grammy
I'm on stage with killers how I be at shows
(Grrah) no gimmick
I told Pooh he just like
Kendrick with a Shiesty flow (yeah)
I used to look up to them hood legends
Some are mices though (Man, what?)
Say less, I had to shop at Payless
For lawyers you can't pay less (yeah, yeah)
I can swipe off lawyers and
For choppers with my Apex
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
"Durk ain't from the trenches
" who the fuck can really say that?
(Who the fuck can really say that, nigga?)
"Durk ain't for his niggas
" who the fuck can really say that?
(Who the fuck can really say that?)

Say less, say less, say less, nigga, say less
Say less, nigga, say less, say less, nigga
Man, what? (Ayy)

Huh, I ain't gotta talk about
It, now I got it, look
Niggas 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 fans on my body 'cause
My Cuban link so ocky, look
Hermès for Christmas, even if
It ain't no holiday, i sled
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 (Blitz)
Uh, ahh, ahh, yeah, look
After all that I did sorry, baby
I don't wanna find no love in Starlets
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 niggas ain't with nothin'
Let's go, me and Durkio, you know we
We wildin' word to mommy
Monte got booked for servin' nine Gs
Spin the block, sendin' shots
So much shots hit his body
You gon' think a nigga got the monkeypox
Ooh, don't diss, honest, nigga
It's a warzone outside
Movin' like Little Red Robin, hoodie
On all the time, uh

Tired of all the fake shit
Tired of all the bullshit (Shh)
Tired of all these niggas talkin'
'bout they gon' do shit (Shh, shh)
Tired of all these niggas
Ready to squash shit
You got a problem with me
I ain't squashin' shit
Say less, say less, say less, say less, nigga
Say less, say less, nigga
Say less, say less, nigga
Man, what?