Songtexte Say Less - Meekz

Say less, I ain't gotta say more
Trap money boomin' like a claymore
Times we used to pray for
Kickin' off doors, what you think I really came for?
I'm settin' levels with it, we ain't on the same floor

No limit
I've seen a dome and put a hole in it
This the start, we stay winnin' so it won't finish (Never)
Upgrades for bigger whips and bigger sticks, I'm into hittin' licks
Started with a Z and got some bigger sticks (Eurgh)
But we just started with this rap, they think I'm killin' it
Steve said I'm brilliant (Fuckin' brilliant)
Can't believe we hit a milli'—
Mikes got a twenty-three, said my shit's gangster
He tryna offer brick money, uncs and that's banter
(Haha, smoke in the whip, that's a ride full of cancer)
Fuck it, never thought I'd see twenty-two anyway
(Get locked any day)
That's why the block just know guns and the Henny-way
Get funds every day (All day)
'Member being young just tryna put a ten away
Runnin' 'round dumb and don't care what the fed had say
Careless in every way
Now the PG's just a list full of heavyweights (Heavy shit)
R.I.P my hitters, I'ma see you at the heaven gates (Rest in peace)
Meekz Manny, G, I bet they don't forget the name
I let it rain, I need a mill' for every letter in my second name
Really in my veins and I ain't into playin' games
I need a villa out in Spain
Like I'm on the run, I'm wanted, tryna get away (Gone)
But I'm tryna cop it anyway
I know these flights a realise another country just to jet away
But if I'm stuck to the block, I bet I'm gettin' paid
Loud packs to the face'll have your bitch smokin'
Got her bendin' over backward, got a Flipmodein' (Mm)
Hyper mode, sports mode, I'm in a diff motion
Had to cool off, sold a few box from a few spots
Got me out in Cali
Out in Dover near the docks, thinkin', "When will it stop?" (When?)
Feelin' Curtis when I'm cocky with a box
I'm tryna fill a box, I mean the whole pallet (Pallet)
W-W-When it lands, crack the pack and just smoke on it
I let a bitch taste it, let her choke on it
She take dick to the face and don't vomit
(Yo, relax, take your time, go slow on it)
I love the trap, I hate the trap, I made dough from it
No cap shit
Trap phones blew before this rap shit
If you know me, know I'm active
I ain't gotta send a text to make a pack flip
Sellin' Tic Tac's is how I learnt my tactics
Eat shit and stack shit (Eurgh)
Do a mazzaleen to make the trap sick
Boondocks, bad kids (Bad kids)
Bando doing backflips
Wrap it in elastics
I don't need to make up this rap shit (Real shit)
Hitters really tapped in
No cap up in my captions
Shit, yeah, I need me a mansion (No cap)
Been jail, hittin' fiends on the landin'
Only right they show love now I'm rappin'
No cappin'
I got the new sounds, them niggas soundin' old fashioned
I'm so laughin' (Hahaha)
Dough grabbin', pissed if you think it won't happen
I send them foreigners to go and grab him
I'm sick rappin'
Kidnappin', overlappin' bitch rappers, big patterns
Put it on my life, this shit happens (On my life)

Say less, I ain't gotta say more
Trap money boomin' like a claymore
Them times we used to pray for
Kickin' off doors, what you think I really came for? (Baow)
I'm settin' levels with it, we ain't on the same floor
Say less, I ain't gotta say more
Trap money boomin' like a claymore
Them times we used to pray for
Kickin' off doors, what you think I really came for? (Pow)
I'm settin' levels with it, we ain't on the same floor