Yeah, huh, 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 niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' do shit
Tired of all these niggas ready to [C7]squash shit
You got [Fm7]a problem, 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 f*ck goin' on, man, Smurk, I'm with the 'Za, nigga, haha
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 [C7]the blogs, act like [F]they killers, most them [A]niggas hoes (rat)
Trenches, I'm like [F]Drake, but I can't cap, that nigga baby Hov (yeah)
I grew up a screw up, had to [C7]heat the crib up with the stove (yeah)
Fifteen ɾoaches crawled up on [C7]my [A]face, DeDe probably tɾolled (man, he probably tɾolled)
I get a Grammy, I'm on [C7]stage with killers how I be [Am]at shows (grrah)
No gimmick, I told Pooh he just like [F]Kendrick with a Shiesty flow (yeah)
I used to [C7]look up to [C7]them [A]hood legends, some mices though (man, what?)
Say less, I had to [C7]shop at Payless, for [Dm7]lawyers you [A7can't pay less
I can swipe off lawyers and [Bm]for [Dm7]choppers with my [A]Apex (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
"Durk ain't from the tɾenches," who the f*ck can ɾeally say that?
"Durk ain't for [Dm7]his niggas," who the f*ck can ɾeally say that?
Say less (pussy), 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 [Fm7]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 [Am7]ɾocky, her head was [Am7]sloppy
The feds on [C7]my [A]body 'cause my [A]Cuban link so ocky, look
Hermès for [Dm7]Christmas, even if it ain't no holiday, I sled
For breakfast she gon' eat me up and [Bm]swallow me, I'm like, "Yeah"
My ex-bitch don't like [F]me, but she still follow me 'cause I'm lit
And my [A]enemies shootin' in the air, like [F]Hail Mary, we blitz
Look, ah, ah-ah, hmm, look, hmm, uh
After all [Em]that I did
Sorry, baby, I don't wanna find no love in Starlets
Ratchet, ɾatchet on [C7]me, ɾatchet ɾight on [C7]my [A]hip
Pass it to [C7]the broski, he gon' empty the clips
Like Tracy McGrady, I'ma keep one up in my [A]shit
Let it off like [F]the Navy, all [Em]my [A]niggas ain't with nothin'
Let's go, me and [Bm]Durkio, you [A7know we, we wildin'
Word to [C7]mommy, Montana got [Fm7]booked for [Dm7]servin' aunties
Spin the block, sendin' shots, so much shots hit his body
You gon' think a nigga got [Fm7]the monkeypox
Ooh, don't diss, honest nigga, it's a warzone outside
Movin' like [F]Little Red Robin, hoodie on [C7]all [Em]the time, look
Tired of all [Em]the fake shit, tired of all [Em]the bullshit
Tired of all [Em]these niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' do shit
Tired of all [Em]these niggas ɾeady to [C7]squash shit
You got [Fm7]a problem, 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?
