Say Less

[Intro: Swizz Beatz & Lil Durk] Yeah, heh, okay No 'tune right? Turn my voice up Yeah, yeah Say less [Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Lil Durk & Both] 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) [Verse 1: Lil Durk] 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?) [Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Lil Durk & Both] Say less, say less, say less, nigga, say less Say less, nigga, say less, say less, nigga Man, what? (Ayy) [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 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 [Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Lil Durk & Both] 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?