U Ain’t Sayin’ Shit Lyrics

Nigga you ain′t sayin' shit
You ain′t really mean it right? Who the fuck you playin' with?
Tell that to them tired ass hoes you be layin' with
Nigga you ain′t sayin′ shit
You ain't sayin′ shit

You are in the way, pardon you my nigga
Won't you get from out my face with all that orange juice nigga
′Fore we beat you to a pulp, you no orange juice to nigga
We'll have your ass missin′, milk carton you my nigga
You know how them double shots of Rémy Martin do a nigga
I shoot your bitch ass, Remy Martin you my nigga
And I might say what's up, like Martin do my nigga
But then somewhere my fly ass should be departin' to my nigga
I succeed in whatever I put my heart into my nigga

So picture when I draw and put this art into a nigga
There′s some fraud in you my nigga, I see broad in you my nigga

You soft as baby food and ain′t no heart in you my nigga
You just jabberin' and jibberin′, blab another fib again
Have 'em at your crib again, grab one of your siblings
Fab in the Caribbean, dabblin′ and dibbyin'
Leapin′ from pad to pad, Fab might be amphibian
And you must be a reptile, snake ass, fake ass
Scrambled egg and bacon nigga, yeah you better break fast
Go 'head baby shake your ass, fuck them niggas, make your cash
Only time they scoopin' green is probably when they rakin′ grass

Worry me? Please, what the fuck you take me as?
I brush ′em like dandruff, with they flakey ass
Stay close to that Glock he has, Loso and his cocky ass
Nigga block my goals, I put some holes up in his hockey mask

Yeah I hear you talkin' but, nigga you ain′t sayin' shit
You ain′t really mean it right? Who the fuck you playin' with?
Tell that to them tired ass hoes you be layin′ with
Nigga you ain't sayin' shit
You ain′t sayin′ shit

That's right these niggas ain′t sayin' shit out here
These hoes ain′t talkin' ′bout nothin' either
It's Loso in case you ain′t know so man
Street Fam
Niggas startin′ to look alike, you know what I mean?
It's cool though
It′s a real good look for you