"Say Less" lyrics
Boldy James & Real Bad Man Lyrics
Big Creature
Bo Jack
Two-way, deuce, siete
Yeah
Where we at?
Real Bad Man
Every time a nigga leave the spig
I could possibly die if I don't bring the strig
All the nights that a nigga slid
But this that life that a nigga live
A life of crime what a nigga lead
Switches on them twenty-threes, we got ten of these
Fuck these bitches want from a nigga? (Ayy)
Tryna cap like they put the Bo Jack on
Acting like they down to be a nigga backbone
I fell off and bounced back, now it's back on
Hundred pints of the Tech, I put my tax on (What?)
I took the seal off the cap and glued it back on (Uh-huh)
On the Dyke, grinding, minus the strap-on
Strap on my lap, case I gotta get my slap on
Step on anything I put my foot on
I make the city look good in my hood when I put on (Mix that pop)
All you gotta do is say less, run up a paycheck, stay blessed (Blessed)
Caught a line on the blue, now I pay less
Walking my dog in the park, we used to play fetch (Fetch)
In that interrogation room, better play deaf
Keep your mouth glued shut and may the case rest
All you gotta do is say less, say less
Lot of shit out the norm, left my brain wrecked
Them niggas couldn't weather the storm, took a raincheck
We might've both grew up on the 1 (East side), but me and you don't rep the same set (At all)
This shit take repetition
Every bullet in my clip come with face recognition (Grrt)
Spoke on the dead, then it came to fruition
Caught four to the head 'fore we could crank the ignition up
Last thing he seen was the flash, but was it from the mag or these VVS princess cuts? (Doot, doot, doot)
Bling, when he first heard the shots ring and tire screeches
Crawling up the block with them ConCreatures (Skrrt)
That's his gang and them, put in more pain than them
My brother gon' bounce out that cut and put one in your cranium (Blockworks)
Head buster, wig splitter, one time, rubber grip on the handle, no latex
All you gotta do is say less, run up a paycheck, stay blessed (Game time)
Caught a line on the blue, now I pay less
Walking my dog in the park, we used to play fetch (Fetch)
In that interrogation room, better play deaf
Keep your mouth glued shut and may the case rest
All you gotta do is say less, say less
Bo Jack
Two-way, deuce, siete
Yeah
Where we at?
Real Bad Man
Every time a nigga leave the spig
I could possibly die if I don't bring the strig
All the nights that a nigga slid
But this that life that a nigga live
A life of crime what a nigga lead
Switches on them twenty-threes, we got ten of these
Fuck these bitches want from a nigga? (Ayy)
Tryna cap like they put the Bo Jack on
Acting like they down to be a nigga backbone
I fell off and bounced back, now it's back on
Hundred pints of the Tech, I put my tax on (What?)
I took the seal off the cap and glued it back on (Uh-huh)
On the Dyke, grinding, minus the strap-on
Strap on my lap, case I gotta get my slap on
Step on anything I put my foot on
I make the city look good in my hood when I put on (Mix that pop)
All you gotta do is say less, run up a paycheck, stay blessed (Blessed)
Caught a line on the blue, now I pay less
Walking my dog in the park, we used to play fetch (Fetch)
In that interrogation room, better play deaf
Keep your mouth glued shut and may the case rest
All you gotta do is say less, say less
Lot of shit out the norm, left my brain wrecked
Them niggas couldn't weather the storm, took a raincheck
We might've both grew up on the 1 (East side), but me and you don't rep the same set (At all)
This shit take repetition
Every bullet in my clip come with face recognition (Grrt)
Spoke on the dead, then it came to fruition
Caught four to the head 'fore we could crank the ignition up
Last thing he seen was the flash, but was it from the mag or these VVS princess cuts? (Doot, doot, doot)
Bling, when he first heard the shots ring and tire screeches
Crawling up the block with them ConCreatures (Skrrt)
That's his gang and them, put in more pain than them
My brother gon' bounce out that cut and put one in your cranium (Blockworks)
Head buster, wig splitter, one time, rubber grip on the handle, no latex
All you gotta do is say less, run up a paycheck, stay blessed (Game time)
Caught a line on the blue, now I pay less
Walking my dog in the park, we used to play fetch (Fetch)
In that interrogation room, better play deaf
Keep your mouth glued shut and may the case rest
All you gotta do is say less, say less
