Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say Less, artist - Ace Hood. Album song Mr. Hood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Hood Nation
Song language: English
Say Less |
| I ain’t got time, nigga, can’t shine drivin' Miss Daisy |
| I got like both hands on the steerin' wheel, gotta make it |
| Soon as the level up goin' worldwide, niggas hate it |
| We in the makin', outta the basement, niggas was flagrant |
| Temperature raisin', I’m at the crib though |
| Lenny Will on and I’m sagin' |
| I was the one rose, now root grown through the pavement |
| I’m in a new zone, nigga, through goin' through The Matrix |
| Lullabies get you crucified when they sellin' lies |
| It get televised, and get stay woke, keep hope |
| Ridin' round playin' peak a boo like I seen a ghost |
| Still boomin' niggas, still assumin' I’ma let 'em know |
| Niggas talkin' but they couldn’t see me through a telescope |
| I’m on the edge, you in the red |
| 'Scuse me I got old money, nigga, Walking Dead |
| Seen the evil comin' outta people when it’s over bread |
| Boss nigga, still I off niggas when it’s code red |
| I’m the nigga who will still stand when it’s all said |
| Riddle me that, bitch, I can never relax, I level up to the max |
| Speakin' of facts, I’m in dish with' the bag |
| You gotta go in the stash, I’m flowin' the gas |
| And I’m ignorin' the dash, I’ma make sure that they mad |
| Hope in the wag, St. Laurent jeans on me, used to shop at the flea, homie |
| I got the chain froze, now it’s thirty degrees on me |
| Bitches’ll pay bread just to come up and breathe on me |
| Poppin' out like, yeah, it’s I with' my chest out |
| I’m the good guy, post up like a rest stop |
| See the top spot like a bulls eye |
| Still poppin' like a fish fry, got the bag jumpin' like a big block |
| 2020 on the way 'round, we gon' level up now another knotch |
| I cannot dwell on what was yesterday (Yesterday) |
| When they went to talkin', we had less to say (Less to say) |
| You think it’s a game, but we won’t ever play (Never play) |
| You pray for that money, I won’t never wait (Never wait) |
| I know plenty secrets I won’t never say |
| I know that she fuckin' on you every day |
| I’m gon' hit the weed and I’ma levitate |
| Ask me how I do it, I say meditate |
| You ain’t gon' freeze me up, can’t ease me up, I’m comin' |
| Yeah, yeah, move like a thief in the night |
| But wheelin' up on nothing, yeah, yeah |
| Blood on my hand, no tea in my cup, but I’m sippin' on something |
| Yeah, yeah, move like a 454 big block in the hood, I run it |
| Yeah, yeah, I’ma go fifth dimension |
| Came from the belly of the trenches |
| Stay with the tool, no wrenches |
| Been with the smoke like a engine |
| And you niggas still were pretendin' |
| I’ma keep it true to the endin' |
| I need my food, my din, din |
| No ifs, no buts, no, endin' |
| Dolomite, yeah, I’m twice as nice |
| I’m puttin' down aight |
| No face, no cash, nigga |
| Yeah, I know my rights |
| Million dollar slide show, I want the bank roll |
| You dial it down for me, I put you on the payroll |
| I know plenty secrets I won’t never say |
| I know that she fuckin' on you every day |
| I’m gon' hit the weed and I’ma levitate |
| Ask me how I do it, I say meditate |
| I cannot dwell on what was yesterday (Yesterday) |
| When they went to talkin', we had less to say (Had less to say) |
| You think it’s a game, but we won’t ever play (We won’t never) |
| You pray for that money, I won’t never wait (I won’t never wait) |