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?