Salty

If the boy salty, the boy poison
He saucy?
Then just 'void 'em
He got you feelin' salty?
Then he poison
Stop fucking with the boy he poison

Salty motherfuckers would be hydrated
Put my phone in my pussy when it's vibrating
Ring-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding-a-off
Body birds keeps calling get some migrating
'Cause I finna let you fuck all I get these buck
Okay it's all in the back, put this in the truck
If I see the boy enroll then I might duck
The other day we got two and it was bad luck
Uh, I feel like selling you a two piece of the tea
I should give my number when I met you at the beach
Block, block, block, block, block, delete
News be the new bitches, ha, preach

If the boy salty, the boy poison
If the boy salty, the boy poison

If the boy salty, the boy poison
He saucy?
Then just 'void 'em
He got you feelin' salty?
Then he poison
Stop fucking with the boy he poison

Salty motherfuckers is all I see
Okay, my money and my goals is all I breath
So when it comes to you hoes it R.I.P.
Bitches ain't get a dollar from me
I've been grindin' and whilin' fuck how you feel
I just came for banana I gotta peel
You ain't paying my bills, shut up, chill
Bitch you should be grateful, you had a mill
Young savage, self established
To cover a motherfucker, it don't take no practice
Your lil boy games, man I've been past it
The little dick picks, I might get to plastic

If the boy salty, the boy poison
If the boy salty, the boy poison

Bro, make your bed in the friendzone
I don't need no loser to depend on
Bro, make your bed in the friendzone
I don't need no loser to depend on
Bro



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Writer(s): Matthew Meier, William Watkins, Sochitta Sal
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