Say Less ft. Groovybjay Lyrics

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