I Don’t Gotta Say It

Nah, I don't wanna do it
There's no amount of money you could pay me to do it
And it's not gon' happen
Nah, I don't even wanna do it anymore
Why you gon' stare?

Yeah, this rap shit stress me out, but nigga, I don't hate it
Hos on my dick 'cause I got a self-hatred
Bitches on my dick 'cause a nigga so amazin'
You know I got tool on me, I don't gotta say it, nah, nah

I be in this shit, oh
Pour up in this bitch, oh
Slide to the 6, ah

You see how you stormed out the room like that, though?
Like, I don't even, like -
I just know it's an emotion involve- like involved with it, you feel me? Like
And I don't even do business with niggas like that
So, for there to be an emotion involved and attached to it?
Like, I don't even wanna do that, gang
It's not gon' happen

Ay, ay
Ay, ay

And this rap shit stress me out, but nigga, I don't hate it
Prayin' that we make it out, nigga, I stay prayin'
Hell yeah, I'm gettin' in, fuck I look like payin'?
Hit em' with the lag switch, hell yeah, I'm delayin'
Hit my dance, walkin' through the party, see me swayin'
You say, "If a nigga try to walk him down, I'ma spray him" (ah)
Yeah, this nigga gettin' hawked down if he playin'
Yeah, these bitches steppin' out of bounds outside of taken

Oh, I be in this shit, oh
Pour up in this bitch, oh
Slide to the 6, ah