"Say Something" lyrics
(feat. Jay Montana)
Baby, say something to me right now
Girl, come here, get piped down
Fuck you out your nightgown
When I'm hittin' you, you make the right sounds
She fuck she so wet, gotta pull out, so I won't nut
Yeah, that my little shit, so why you asking?
Baby, I'll be your Jamie Foxx, come and be my Fancy
Your nigga a Braxton
Girl, bring me that pussy, I'm tryna beat it—Michael Jackson
Baby, pull out that pussy, I'm tryna eat it
Why you laughing?
Baby, I'm dead serious
No, like for real, I don't see shit funny
I'm tryna fuck in a Urus
Buy you a bag and fill it with money
Baby girl, keep on your pants
I like the ass, but I want your neck, though
I got a Jag in the front, cat in the back
This bitch like a pet store
Push the button and crank it up
I made that bitch say something
Fuck nigga keep playing, too—
I'ma choke your ass like Draymond
Yea, bro locked up like Akon
I got racks, perhaps off papers
You look good inside this club
Excuse me, love, but can I say somethin'?
Take a pill and crack a seal ride through Mobile, fye in my hand
Like, "Keep it low, I buy you heels."
Ain't no more tears, 'cause I got bands
I let them get too comfortable
I'm locking in, I'm tired of playing
You were just a one-night stand
You textin', talkin' 'bout where we stand
You say slick shit when these hoes around
Now I look at you shady
You know I never got my license, bae, I'm bound to drive you crazy
You did that once, I tried to let you come back 'round, but I couldn't fake it
You know the only time you tell me how you feel is when you get wasted
I typed the paragraph tryna tell you how I feel, it's just erasin'
This shit get old, my heart get cold
I'm tired of fake shit, I'm impatient
You get wasted, I can taste it on your lips
Girl, you that baby. I get all up in your stomach till you say you want my baby
Girl, come here, get piped down
Fuck you out your nightgown
When I'm hittin' you, you make the right sounds
She fuck she so wet, gotta pull out, so I won't nut
Yeah, that my little shit, so why you asking?
Baby, I'll be your Jamie Foxx, come and be my Fancy
Your nigga a Braxton
Girl, bring me that pussy, I'm tryna beat it—Michael Jackson
Baby, pull out that pussy, I'm tryna eat it
Why you laughing?
Baby, I'm dead serious
No, like for real, I don't see shit funny
I'm tryna fuck in a Urus
Buy you a bag and fill it with money
Baby girl, keep on your pants
I like the ass, but I want your neck, though
I got a Jag in the front, cat in the back
This bitch like a pet store
Push the button and crank it up
I made that bitch say something
Fuck nigga keep playing, too—
I'ma choke your ass like Draymond
Yea, bro locked up like Akon
I got racks, perhaps off papers
You look good inside this club
Excuse me, love, but can I say somethin'?
Take a pill and crack a seal ride through Mobile, fye in my hand
Like, "Keep it low, I buy you heels."
Ain't no more tears, 'cause I got bands
I let them get too comfortable
I'm locking in, I'm tired of playing
You were just a one-night stand
You textin', talkin' 'bout where we stand
You say slick shit when these hoes around
Now I look at you shady
You know I never got my license, bae, I'm bound to drive you crazy
You did that once, I tried to let you come back 'round, but I couldn't fake it
You know the only time you tell me how you feel is when you get wasted
I typed the paragraph tryna tell you how I feel, it's just erasin'
This shit get old, my heart get cold
I'm tired of fake shit, I'm impatient
You get wasted, I can taste it on your lips
Girl, you that baby. I get all up in your stomach till you say you want my baby
