"Say Less Freestyle" lyrics
"Say Less Freestyle"
Look, stop the cap, it's us, not them
We get money in real life, when I'm online, don't need to pretend
I got gyal running to man like what? I don't go seekin' for them
Bro's on go, and I'm tellin' him, "Chill," but he's tapped, so man can't reason with him
Look, my head in my hoodie, my shawty a goodie
The redhead, man, I rate her a nine
Back to the crib, five on five
Every gyal to a man, every man to a wine
Take them shots, [?], she hittin' my phone like, "Yo, it's time," uh
Too many gyal wanna chop man, had them queue in a waitin' line
I got drip, but I bought more, sexy gyal, and she come from Portmoak
Couldn't pay the hotel suite, is it rude if I give her the— in a four-door?
Like, bro, is it rude? I got bad one showin' me nudes, uh
Shawty wanna go on innocent, but it's all calm, she cute
Yo, classy babe, but she party hard, hotel floor, straight nickers and bras
The face is rude, the waist on slim, she turn 'round to turn man on
I went ghost for a bit, she hittin' my phone like, "Where have you gone?"
I was on a [?] convos with the plug, the P's landed, I'm like, "Yo, I'm charged"
I got bad ones up on my roaster, I don't do cuffin', I swap and trade them
I just landed at NYC, I'm with a bad one up in [?]
If you don't make breach, then it don't make sense, us man do more [?]
She wanna know bro's occupation, [?], and said that he's tradin'
But this ain't no two-one-two, I got gyal in back of the coupe
And these shawtys postin' snaps, now my main one's stuck in her mood
I'm all 'bout takin' risks, guaranteed that I score if I shoot
They say the kid done changed, in my position, what would you do?
Classy babe, but she party hard, hotel floor, straight nickers and bras
The face is rude, the waist on slim, she turn 'round to turn man on
I went ghost for a bit, she hittin' my phone like, "Where have you gone?"
I was on a [?] convos with the plug, the P's landed, I'm like, "Yo, I'm charged"
I got bad ones up on my roaster, I don't do cuffin', I swap and trade them
I just landed at NYC, I'm with a bad one up in [?]
If you don't make breach, then it don't make sense, us man do more [?]
She wanna know bro's occupation, [?], and said that he's tradin'
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