SAY IT WITH YA CHEST!

[Intro: BEXEY & Shakewell] Say it with ya chest, I can't hear a thing Say it with ya chest, I can't hear a thing Say it with ya chest— MTM, hit 'em with the heat [Chorus: BEXEY] Why don't you say it with ya chest, lil' boy, I can't hear you Look back in the rearview, I'm nowhere near you Say it with ya chest, young man, I can't hear you You're shoutin' out loud, but I do not feel you Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey [Verse 1: BEXEY] Fix up the chop, knock it up out the park You a home runner, run, homeboy, it's getting dark Dark Knight, Heath Ledger Wanna know how I got these scars? Openin' up my heart, drain out blood, take a look I'm a beep on my ones, you look shook, halfway crook Major moves in the time that you took to stand still Look how the tables have turned Back to the drawing board, none of your plays ever worked They tried to slander my name for years, I found 'em rubbin' my name in the dirt Like some, "BEXEY, mans, they wanna put my face on a shirt" You got your throat cut, busy tryin' to swallow your words You live and learn, boy, you better embrace the pain when it hurts I'm out of place, kinda like Satan front row at a church [Chorus: BEXEY & Boobie Lootaveli] Why don't you say it with ya chest, lil' boy, I can't hear you Look back in the rearview, I'm nowhere near you Say it with ya chest, young man, I can't hear you You're shoutin' out loud, but I do not feel you Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey Say it with ya chest (You dig?), I can't hear a thing (You dig?) Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey [Verse 2: Boobie Lootaveli] Stuck in my ways, no four, this an eight Hogtied, both sides, get the rope, we can play Arm milli', mine chilly, do the chitty bang bang Say it with ya chest, pussy, go on, let your nuts hang Watch us pull up, twistin' fingers My bitch wash my shirts and hang 'em Totin' choppers and she holdin' pipes, now my chopper singin' If you ever see me out, know that I be armed and dangerous Wet you in the face if you step on my fuckin' fazos I'm a dog up off the leash, free my dogs, they live through me I'm boomin' bows right down yo' street That bibi can't keep up with me I cooked it to precision so I'm back up where I'm supposed to be Finna drop a Rollie, wear it on me like a rosary