Salty (feat. NLE Choppa)

**in' on **, I do what I do

Backshot, backshot, you and your crew

**in' on **, I do what I do

Huh, huh, huh, switch

Uh-huh-uh, uh

I told her I don't really need her (uh-huh, need her)

Where was you at when I was in the field? (Where?)

You played the bleachers (uh-huh)

I ** on her friend but we wasn't involved

So I ain't cheater (uh-huh)

By the sideline with my side **

Hope the jumbotron don't see us (don't see us)

Dodgin' the- (fuck)

GLS (yes)

I'm rich, got me an AP

So I ain't got time for your PMS (uh-huh)

Ain't got the time for no B-N-S

Tell me your problems and see 'em out

I'm makin' 'em salty, salty, salty

Ayy, salt shaker (salt shaker)

She gon' shake, shake, shake what her momma gave her (what her momma gave her)

I'm her throat coat

In her mouth like Now N Laters (like a Now N Later)

That ** ho far gone

Don't you try to save her (try to save her)

Like defibrillators ('fibrillators)

Ayy, we ain't **in' no more, she a hasbeen

The head ain't no point, need a aspirin (mhm)

** the front, came in through the back end (through the back end)

** around and meet me with the back end (with the back end)

Used to get the pack in, I was taxin' (taxin')

Uncle Sam on the block, what happened? (What happened?)

Had a wide open shot and he choked

That's why he don't drill with me no more (brrt)

Had the nerve to tell me she don't give throat (she don't give-)

What? Kick the ** out on the road (bye)

Big dog, make her do it on all fours

Mike Jones in the cut, on four fours

They put a ** in cuffs, or the fo-fo

Middle finger, that's a ** to the popo

In between, tryna get my nut

These hoes I lust, No hoes we trust (trust, trust, trust, trust)

Uh-huh-uh, uh

I told her I don't really need her (uh-huh, need her)

Where was you at when I was in the field? (Where?)

You played the bleachers (uh-huh)

I ** on her friend but we wasn't involved

So I ain't cheater (uh-huh)

By the sideline with my side **

Hope the jumbotron don't see us (don't see us)

Dodgin' the- (fuck)

GLS (yes)

I'm rich, got me an AP

So I ain't got time for your PMS

Ain't got the time for no B-N-S

Tell me your problems and see 'em out

I'm makin' 'em salty, salty, salty