I Ain’t Gotta Say sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
There's a lot of fake ass n*ggas out here
Kill yourself!

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
That pistol heavy, got me walking with a gangsta limp
F'n bullets big enough to sink a f*cking ship
Just ask them pus*y n*gga's that you hanging with
Put that pistol to yo head, we don't aim and miss
You b*tches won't do nothing but a lot of talk
And if they find you in the river, that's not my fault
30 thousand on the stripper, I'm just f*ckin' off
Put a price on you head, I'm like "f*ck the cost"
Put some n*gga's on they feet, I won't have to pay
Put the word on the streets, you won't last a day
pus*y n*gga's want beef, that's a super size
Go to war with Juicy J, that's a suicide
And they won't find yo' body for a couple of weeks
Meanwhile I'm touring, f*cking groupie b*tches over seas

[Hook]
You got yo n*gga's with you, but they ain't goin' say sh*t
Got money ice on me, n*gga ain't goin' take sh*t
Send them goons at ya, I ain't gotta say sh*t
(I ain't gotta say sh*t)
You got yo n*gga's with you, but they ain't goin' say sh*t
Got money ice on me, n*gga ain't goin' take sh*t
Send them goons at ya, I ain't gotta say sh*t
(I ain't gotta say sh*t)
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Bunch of goons on deck, bunch of two's on deck
Shoot you front close range, don't die, you blessed
Got an angel on your side, got God in your corner
You a b*tch in your hood ain't nobody gonna mourn you
All this money in my pocket, how this pistol goin' fit
12 gauge on the seat, with the pistol grip
Me and my shooters hit your block and shut it down
You n*gga's ain't no killa's, ya'll a bunch of clowns
Spray everything up, couple hundred rounds, get everybody touched
Surround your house, no running out
Try to leave, you f*cked
That's real talk, no secrets
That's how we handle that beef sh*t
Drop yo' ass in the Mississippi, with shoes made out of cement

[Hook]