Say It with Your Chest - Suspect, Flyo

Say it with your chest

Always talking shit behind niggas backs

Just say it with your chest

Speak up, bitch boy

Say it with your chest, nigga

Just say it with your chest

Oh

I said anything you say, better mean that

No takesy-backsies

Nah, nigga, no retracts

Make a man see him and beat that

Squeeze 'em

Bunch of gully niggas with me

Little nigga, man, I wonder where your Gs at

Riding round my hood with my seat back

Big trizzy piece on my tee, fam

No nigga want it with me, fam

Got the whole hood respecting my G, fam

I’ve got niggas all shook, when I speak

They be looking at my feet, fam

I’ve got niggas on job, some riders

Gon' bang it and decease man

Man, approach them with ease, fam

Rap don’t determine my G, fam

Still, man are out in the street, fam

And they slap the MAC mizzy and breeze out

Post up for these pussyholes

I’m tryna

Someone tell these fucking nerds, man

They couldn’t be three up in their dreams

Man are getting money since a teen

Talk about money, how you mean?

Couldn’t envision what I’m seeing

Collecting gold medals

You can tell we the winners

Still told we’s the drillers

If I back it, you’re finished

Click-clack, good riddance

Bitch

Say it with your chest

Always talking shit behind niggas backs

Just say it with your chest

Say it with your chest, nigga

Just say it with your chest

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S-say it with your chest, nigga

Say it, say it, chest, say it with your chest

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I said say it with your chest

See me in the flesh

Don’t @ me on the net

Run up on a nigga

I bet you can’t @ me if you’re dead

Let it rain on your boss

The second in command will get it next

Where’s the respect?

Break down your set

All I smell is death in the air

It gets dark in the depths

Got me riding round the streets

And my car

Feds take a right

You know I’m karting it left

Park up the TEC

Rass up a Z

Run through my blower

Dialling a sket

I’ve got a whole bunch of tings

From east to the west

That’ll link these niggas, bitch

Now my palm in her breast

Ayy

Man just make the gyal dem get wet

They used to nick me in the trap house

Now I drop a tune and get cheques

Might do a show and get neck

All I say is stepped

I heard a rumour through the grapevine

That these pussy niggas upset

Tell 'em «say it with your chest»

Bitch

Say it with your chest

Always talking shit behind niggas backs

Just say it with your chest

Say it with your chest, nigga

Ayy, watch him go, watch him go

Just say it with your chest