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

[Intro: Lil Durk & Swizz Beatz]
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 squash shit
You got a problem, me I ain't squashin' shit
Say less, say less, say less, say less
Say less, say less, say less, say less (Smurk)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I ain't squashin' shit, Jay Z can tell me "Do it" I'ma tell him "No"
OG's get on the blogs act like they killers, most them niggas hoes
Trenches, I'm like Drake, but I can't cap that nigga Baby hold
I grew up a screw up, had to heat the crib up with the stove
Fifteen roaches crawled up on my face, Dede probably trolled
I get a Grammy, I'm on stage with killers how I be at shows
No gimmick, I told [?] he just like Kendrick with a Shiesty flow
I used to look up to them hood legends, It's all mices 'tho
Say less, I had to shop at Payless, for lawyers you can't pay less
I can swipe off lawyers and for choppers with my Apex
"Durk ain't from the trenches" who the **** can really say that?
"Durk ain't for his niggas" who the **** can really say that?

[Chorus: Lil Durk & Swizz Beatz]
Say less (Pussy), say less, say less (Nigga), say less
Say less (Nigga), say less, say less, nigga man, what?

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Huh?
I ain't gotta talk about it, now I got it, look
Niggas stylist, get they style from me, I balance, yeah
I don't want the bitch if she don't do it sloppy, yeah
We not hittin' it, barbarians to bed
What's rocky? Her head, what's sloppy? The feds
On my body, 'cause my cuban link so [?], yeah
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 love me, but she still follow me 'cause I'm lit
And my enemies shootin' in the air like [?] we best
Look, uh-uh-ah, hmm, uh, uh, eh
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 clip
Had to see my granny, I'm [?] too up in my shit
Let it off like the [?], my niggas ain't with nothin'
Let's go, me and Durkio, you know we, we wildin'
And word to mommy, my [?] got booked for [?]
Spin the block, sendin' shots, some of the 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 the red robin, hoodie on all the time

[Outro: Swizz Beatz & Lil Durk]
Tired of all the fake shit, tired of all the bullshit
Tired of all these niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' do shit
Tired of all these niggas ready to squash shit
You got a problem, me I ain't squashin' shit
Say less (Nigga), say less, say less, say less
Say less, say less (Nigga), say less, say less, nigga
Man, what?