Don’t Say That, Say This Lyrics – Jace!

Read the full Don’t Say That, Say This lyrics by Jace! along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jace’s music, you can also explore Might be ricks and Live Too Well, two other songs by Jace.

[Intro]
Ayy (Rrr), go (Ayy), b!tch (Ayy)
Ayy (Real murdaworth s*it)
You know? Know how the fu*k I’m rocking, how I’m coming (Spin, spin, spin some more)
I ain’t worried ’bout no rapper, I ain’t worried ’bout nobody (B!tch ass n!gga, you know how it go)
Ayy, I be out, posted (Know how it go, rrr-rrr)
Glock with me, all type of Gens (Go)

[Chorus]
Cujo filled ’em with more tryna get s*it gone, you know how it go
If he fall he fu*ked, he tripped, he fu*ked
We’ll rlrrr-rlrrr out the scope (Scope)

We’ll rlrrr-rlrrr with a button on it, broke ass n!gga got zoe’d (Zoe’d)
Shoot ’em in his dreads, hang ’em by his leg if you wanna see how it go (Go)
I ain’t worried ’bout cars, I done been there done that
Me and my b!tch tryna fu*k on J-Lo
Cujo locked but you still gon’ get that
Pop out the cut see Dee and Kelo
Slide through spin with the heat, freethrows
Slide through spin with the heat, dropped ’em
She tryna make me skeet, awesome
We don’t say “No Diddy,” we say, “No Autumn”
Sometimes I think I’m the problem

[Verse]
If he trip he fu*ked, we rlrrr, hush
Blue 42, we blrrr, rushing
SRT go “Rlrrr-rlrrr”
7.62 hit his head, it’ll bust
I’m in a Maybach, call it a bus
Tell ya’ b!tch stay back, she get crushed
I ain’t talm’ ’bout Autumn ’cause b!tches kids
Slide through heavy like, “What is the bis’?”
I’m tryna see what the business is
Cujo don’t like ’em? fu*k ’em, spin
In the cut they won’t know what drügs these is
I ain’t know it was gon’ get like this

Greenlight, shoot ’em at the redlight, b!tch
It take a lil’ while to get lit like this
Aim at his dreads, he get lit like Bic

[Chorus]
Cujo filled ’em with more tryna get s*it gone, you know how it go
If he fall he fu*ked, he tripped, he fu*ked
We’ll rlrrr-rlrrr out the scope (Scope)
We’ll rlrrr-rlrrr with a button on it, broke ass n!gga got zoe’d (Zoe’d)
Shoot ’em in his dreads, hang ’em by his leg if you wanna see how it go (Go)
I ain’t worried ’bout cars, I done been there done that
Me and my b!tch tryna fu*k on J-Lo
Cujo locked but you still gon’ get that
Pop out the cut see Dee and Kelo
Slide through spin with the heat, freethrows
Slide through spin with the heat, dropped ’em
She tryna make me skeet, awesome
We don’t say “No Diddy,” we say, “No Autumn”
Sometimes I think I’m the problem