Say Less

[Chorus]
I post all my fits now she reaching her privates
She tryna get next to Lil 'Lijah
If you bring a friend, put that hoe on game
We might just go have a ménage
50 roll paper like Nicki Minaj
Can’t wait ‘til the crib I’mma hit in a car
And it’s so crazy I pull up and don’t say a thing
Might walk in and the watch is two tone
I don’t say a thing
I don’t say a thing
I don’t say a thing
Been making it rain
Been making it rain in her pants before I had a chain
Been doing that way before Balenciaga
Back when a nigga rocking Ksubi joggers
Back when a nigga selling out apartments
She ask for my name I’m like “Shut up, you do too much talking”

[Verse]
No I’m not like all these niggas
I do not ask if she fucking or not
I tell her “Push up”, she come to my spot
She send back naked pictures, she like “Boy drop a dot”
Hold on [?] out my options
Do I hit new new or do I hit what’s already taught?
Hmm, let me think out the box
Ain’t that yo friend?
You better bring ya lil broad
Do not know what they like ‘bout my face
Look for a date yea I might just replace ya
Hug your hoe when I step in the place
Crash bout that bird, I’mma light up and face ya
Damn I feel like Young Flacko, Young Flacko
I made yo bitch pussy pop like a bottle
They like “You only do that ‘cause you a rapper”, nah I was doing that in Aeropostale
I been hitting yo bitch like a rockstar
Now she play dead on my bed like a possum
And she asking for bread like I Talk Tuah
But I don’t I just wanted the Hawk Tuah
Never cared I might pass to my partner
But I wanted that cat, it was basura
Yeah this shit can get real heavy
Like a nigga just climbed out a hostel

[Chorus]
I post all my fits now she reaching her privates
She tryna get next to Lil Lijah
If you bring a friend, put that hoe on game
We might just go have a ménage
50 roll paper like Nicki Minaj
Can’t wait ‘til the crib I’mma hit in a car
And it’s so crazy I pull up and don’t say a thing
Might walk in and the watch is two tone
I don’t say a thing
I don’t say a thing
I don’t say a thing
Been making it rain
Been making it rain in her pants before I had a chain
Been doing that way before Balenciaga
Back when a nigga rocking Ksubi joggers
Back when a nigga selling out apartments
She ask for my name I’m like “Shut up, you do too much talking”