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meekz - say less lyrics

[intro]
say less, i ain’t gon’ say more
trap money boomin’ like a claymore
times we used to pray for
kickin’ off doors, what you think i really came for?
i’m settin’ levels with it, we ain’t on the same floor

[verse]
no limit
i’ve seen a door and put a hole in it
this the start, we stay winnin’ so it won’t finish (never)
upgrades for bigger whips and bigger sticks, i’m into hittin’ l!cks
started with a z and got some bigger sticks (eurgh)
but we just started with this rap, they think i’m k!llin’ it
steve said i’m brilliant (f+ckin’ brilliant)
can’t believe we hit a milli’—
mikes got a twenty+three, said my sh+t’s gangster
he tryna offer brick monеy, uncs and that’s banter (haha, smoke in the whip, that’s a ridе full of cancer)
f+ck it, never thought i’d see twenty+two anyway (get locked any day)
that’s why the block just know guns in there anyway
get funds everyday (all day)
‘member being young just tryna put a ten away
runnin’ ’round dumb and don’t care what the fed had say
careless in every way
now the pg’s just a list full of heavyweights (heavy sh+t)
r.i.p my hitters, i’ma see you at the heaven gates (rest in peace)
meekz manny, g, i bet they don’t forget the name
i let it rain, i need a mill’ for every letter in my second name
really in my veins and i ain’t into playin’ games
i need a villa out in spain
like i’m on the run, i’m wanted, tryna get away (gone)
but i’m tryna cop it anyway
i know these flights a realise another country just to jet away
but if i’m stuck to the block, i bet i’m gettin’ paid
loud packs to the face’ll have your b+tch smokin’
got her bendin’ over backwards, got a flip mode in (mm)
hyper mode, sports mode, i’m in a diff’ motion
had to cool off, sold a few box from a few spots
got me out in cali, out in dover near the docks, thinkin’, “when will it stop?” (when)
feelin’ curtis when i’m c+cky with a box, i’m tryna fill a box, i mean the whole pallet (pallet)
w+w+when it lands, crack the pack and just smoke on it
i let the b+tch taste it, let her choke on it
she take d+ck to the face and don’t vomit (yo, relax, take your time, go slow on it)
i love the trap, i hate the trap, i made dough from it
no cap sh+t
trap phones blew before this rap sh+t
if you know me, know i’m active
i ain’t gotta send a text to make a pack flip
sellin’ tic tac’s is how i learnt my tactics each year and stack sh+t (eurgh)
do a mazzaleen to make the trap sick
boondocks, bad kids (bad kids)
bando doing backflips
wrap it in elastics
i don’t need to make up this rap sh+t (real sh+t)
hitters really tapped in
no cap up in my captions
sh+t, yeah, i need me a mansion (no cap)
been jail, hittin’ fiends on the landin’
only right they show love now i’m rappin’
no cappin’
i got the new sounds, them n+ggas soundin’ old fashioned
i’m so laughin’ (hahaha)
dough grabbin’, p+ssed if you think it won’t happen
i send them foreigners to go and grab him
i’m sick rappin’
kidnappin’, overlappin’ b+tch rappers, big patterns
put it on my life, this sh+t happens (on my life)
[chorus]
say less, i ain’t gotta say more
trap money boomin’ like a claymore
them times we used to pray for
kickin’ off doors, what you think i really came for? (baow)
i’m settin’ levels with it, we ain’t on the same floor
say less, i ain’t gotta say more
trap money boomin’ like a claymore
them times we used to pray for
kickin’ off doors, what you think i really came for? (pow)
i’m settin’ levels with it, we ain’t on the same floor

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