Текст песни Say Less (feat. Groovybjay) - Tt17

TT17, they don't see your vision!
I make bread

Bitch, say less
My hoodie costs more than your fuckin' paycheck
Two bands for a hoodie, I like fuckin' make bread
You can text her all you want when I'm fuckin' instead
Like, bitch, say less
My hoodie costs more than your fuckin' paycheck
Two bands for a hoodie, I like fuckin' make bread
You can text her all you want when I'm fuckin' instead
Like, bitch

She tell me that she love me and I like that
Then I go to the bathroom, take a quick pic flick
I'll be right back
I'll take a hundred fuckin' dollars out my jeans
Oh baby, I'ma tell you what, what?
That's a light stack
How you get that?
Bitch, I might rap
Then she's showin' me her bestie on her fuckin' Instagram
No, I don't give a damn, but I might tap in the nightlife
I'll take my hundred thousand dollar car in LA
I'm cruisin, never losin' any money today
I got my bitch right, and she sleep good
Now she text me that she love me like she should
Now I'm drivin' and I don't give a fuck where I'm goin
Fuck a damn rhyme, I'm in Beverly Hills
She fuckin' with the boy, I'm a celebrity still
Nice to meet ya, I'm a diva like I'm Beverly Sills
I got her flowers
Now she throbbin, waitin' for me every second, every motherfuckin' hour
Every hour, ohh

Like bitch, say less
My hoodie costs more than your fuckin' paycheck
Two bands for a hoodie, I like fuckin' make bread
You can text her all you want when I'm fuckin' instead
Like, bitch, say less
My hoodie costs more than your fuckin' paycheck
Two bands for a hoodie, I like fuckin' make bread
You can text her all you want when I'm fuckin' instead

Like bitch, why you callin' me dirty?
Sorry that I snapped you half an hour past thirty
You saw my new bitch? We could talk about it
But talkin' didn't last long, had to open up her mouth to get my cock up out it
I get up and I'm weak from the waist to my knees
Fuck a trace, I'ma leave what you need
Try to cry, I can't lie that's some shit
That I'm really fuckin' heated and I'm not about it
I'm in Hollywood, where they know me
And I only text a bitch if I'm lonely
No screenshots, be low-key
No, I'm one of one, bitch can't clone me
Don't clone me, cause I'm clone charted
I stopped thinkin' bout the bitches left me brokenhearted
What? You were brokenhearted?
Yes, lil man, I was brokenhearted
But I learned so quick that it's fuck love"I made a few decisions, I was fucked up"
All these girls showin' me that it's fuck love
And then they turn around and tell me I should trust love

Like bitch, say less
My hoodie costs more than your fuckin' paycheck
Two bands for a hoodie, I like fuckin' make bread
You can text her all you want when I'm fuckin' instead
Like, bitch, say less
My hoodie costs more than your fuckin' paycheck
Two bands for a hoodie, I like fuckin' make bread
You can text her all you want when I'm fuckin' instead
Like, bitch

Huh, say less
Whatever's on my neck cost what's more that's on your neck
Smokin' on your brother's pack, relievin' all my stress
Bitch, keep on talkin, lemme hit feeling' the best
I done been to hell and back over a bitch I will not stress
TT gave me the green light, so I'm fuckin' on your friends
I told you that I love you while you was fuckin' on my friends
Ight bitch, huh, yeah, say less
Your bestie in my phone, I already got her in my bed
Chains on, pockets full, I'm bossed up, I'm the man
I'm doin' what I'm doin, your nigga doin' what he can
My new bitch bad and my new bitch better
The ass way fatter than the pussy way wetter
Don't bring a bitch around or my niggas gon' try to take her
You better think twice before you do so
I came in with my hitta, it get cold in December
I can't trust a bitch nigga

Bitch, say less
My hoodie costs more than your fuckin' paycheck
Two bands for a hoodie, I like fuckin' make bread
You can text her all you want when I'm fuckin' instead
Like, bitch, say less
My hoodie costs more than your fuckin' paycheck
Two bands for a hoodie, I like fuckin' make bread
You can text her all you want when I'm fuckin' instead
Like, bitch