Say Something lyrics

[Intro - Jarren Benton]
Ayyyy, damn
Either way a muh-f*ckin' n*gga wanna say some sh*t
(K-K-Kato on the track, b*tch)
Yeah

[Verse - Jarren Benton]
I want smoke with everybody, in one of them moods, I dare ’em to say some sh*t
f*ck the industry, n*gga, don't give a sh*t if I sever relationships
Might get at these n*ggas on my promo, run and spray that b*tch
Sick son of a b*tch, that boy need Jesus, man, he way too lit
Damn Jarren, you going way too far, dawg, you should pray through this
I take that up with God when I check out but they gotta pay for this
n*ggas goin' postal for that mail when they go paperless
How the f*ck these n*ggas cross the God when they all Satanists
f*ck the way these n*ggas feel, I’m back on the field likе I play for the Patriots
Used to have to pop a pill to dеal with the feeling of all my anguishes
I'm Jeffrey Dahmer with a drum, the smell of the fridge is making the neighbors sick
I griddy on a n*gga's grave like hey, wake up and say hey to your maker, b*tch

[Refrain - Jarren Benton]
Say hey to your maker, b*tch
Say hey to your maker, b*tch
Say hey to your maker, b*tch
We back in this b*tch, the bully and Kato, I dare you to say some sh*t
I dare you to say some sh*t
Say some sh*t, n*gga
Can't with these muh-f*ckas, man
God damn, y'all gettin' on my muh-f*ckin' nerves, n*gga

[Verse 2 - Jarren Benton]
I'd rather die on my feet than ask these f*ck n*ggas for a handout
I’m goin’ kamikaze, bomb across the body, b*tch you know I never stand out
Ski mask and a chainsaw come to terrorize a n*gga's camp ground
f*ck I need to sign a deal for when I can go directly to the fans now
sh*t oversaturated
I’m way too aggravated
It's f*ck everybody, my salutations
Like how you supposed to act if they gon' pull knives and poke your back
I wanna see blood, I pull up and paint the town red like Doja Cat
See God in the view of the mirror, don't act like you unfamiliar
Been goin’ hard since Freebasing, I influenced a few of you n*ggas
So f*ck your endorsements
Kato, let's turn 'em to corpses
If they don't wanna give a n*gga flowers, we gon' pull up and murder the florist, b*tch

[Refrain - Jarren Benton]
Say some sh*t
Say some sh*t
Say some sh*t
Say some sh*t
We back in this b*tch, the bully and Kato, I dare you to say some sh*t
Oh, y'all gotta pay for this
Say hey to your maker, b*tch