I Don’t Gotta Say It

Nah, I don't wanna do it

There's no amount of money you could pay me to do it

And it's not gon' happen

Nah, I don't even wanna do it anymore

Why you gon' stare?

Yeah, this rap shit stress me out, but nigga, I don't hate it

Hos on my dick 'cause I got a self-hatred

Bitches on my dick 'cause a nigga so amazin'

You know I got tool on me, I don't gotta say it, nah, nah

I be in this shit, oh

Pour up in this bitch, oh

Slide to the 6, ah

You see how you stormed out the room like that, though?

Like, I don't even, like -

I just know it's an emotion involve- like involved with it, you feel me? Like

And I don't even do business with niggas like that

So, for there to be an emotion involved and attached to it?

Like, I don't even wanna do that, gang

It's not gon' happen

Ay, ay

Ay, ay

And this rap shit stress me out, but nigga, I don't hate it

Prayin' that we make it out, nigga, I stay prayin'

Hell yeah, I'm gettin' in, fuck I look like payin'?

Hit em' with the lag switch, hell yeah, I'm delayin'

Hit my dance, walkin' through the party, see me swayin'

You say, "If a nigga try to walk him down, I'ma spray him" (ah)

Yeah, this nigga gettin' hawked down if he playin'

Yeah, these bitches steppin' out of bounds outside of taken

Oh, I be in this shit, oh

Pour up in this bitch, oh

Slide to the 6, ah