Saudi
Saudi
They saudi (salty) dog, brush em off
Brush em off
Brush em off
All these bitches soggy, everybody had em all
All these niggas saudi (salty) and I'm evenly seasoned
It's a lot of shit I don't believe in
I used to sell weed to the Deacon
I used to smoke bowls with my teacher
How the fuck he get to grade me then?
We both drink Henny every weekend
Judge a book by the cover, just text a motherfucker
You gon see if you was guessing or did you read him
I been playin chess since I was seven, i ain't fuck with Tekken
We don't play fight nigga, that's a whole nother lesson
I'm on level never better, tell me do you see a ceiling
But this shit together for forever better
Lil' niggas crazy they chasing the Regine
I kept a Synclaire or Khadijah, meaning
Some of my brews got brews
Quez, Overton, yeah he got tools
Draw on a nigga that thinks it's foo because I went to art school
All my niggas driven in the carpool
Singing
You need more people, We don't believe you
You need more people, We don't believe you
You need more people, We don't believe you
All these niggas saudi (salty)
All these niggas saudi
Brush em off
All these niggas saudi (salty)
All these niggas saudi
All these bitches soggy, everybody had em all
Spliff lit, life lit, flight land, cut the bullshit
Right there where it stand, It don't need legs
Head leaning on a big booty like a bean bag
Say she cooking up the ramen I want 3 pack
Come here, you ain't gotta take a screen grab
(Right here)
Head leaning on a big booty like a bean bag
Say she cooking up the ramen I want 3 pack
All these niggas saudi (salty) and I'm evenly seasoned
I knew another crack smoking Deacon
Was we skipping school at his house like the shit was cool? Hell yeah
He would smoke a rock and clean the crib while we made sales
Hit licks with the nigga and he bought us liquor
Nothing's what its seeming everything deceiving, so I'm scheming
Fuck em I don't need em. I'm no pickle kisser, I'm a leader
Peter piper, all my senoritas hot as jalapenos
And they smoking drinking, deeper thinking, trapper keepers
With the D.S.L.s the soup cools
I'm a hot boy baby you gon have to blow me per scoop
All up in my crib tryna be my new boo
But she got a man and he got another thang too
Bet his side brew got a couple side dudes,LOOK!
Not my type of party shawty
Sorry not sorry
Noshe getting in the Uber all soggy
Shake that shit off
Shake, shake, shake it off
Shake, shake, shake it off
Shake, shake, shake it off
Shake, shake, shake it off
All these niggas saudi (salty)
All these niggas saudi
Brush em off
All these niggas saudi (salty)
All these niggas saudi
All these bitches soggy, everybody had em all
Spliff lit, life lit, flight land, cut the bullshit
Right there where it stand, It don't need legs
Head leaning on a big booty like a bean bag
Say she cooking up the ramen I want 3 pack
Come here, you ain't gotta take a screen grab
(Right here)
Head leaning on a big booty like a bean bag
Say she cooking up the ramen I want 3 pack
Big booty like a motherfucking bean bag
Big booty yeah
Shake shake shake it off shake it off
Screenshot me text and post it bitch
You've got no followers or edges
You lookin mad stupid sis
They saudi (salty) dog, brush em off
Brush em off
Brush em off
All these bitches soggy, everybody had em all
All these niggas saudi (salty) and I'm evenly seasoned
It's a lot of shit I don't believe in
I used to sell weed to the Deacon
I used to smoke bowls with my teacher
How the fuck he get to grade me then?
We both drink Henny every weekend
Judge a book by the cover, just text a motherfucker
You gon see if you was guessing or did you read him
I been playin chess since I was seven, i ain't fuck with Tekken
We don't play fight nigga, that's a whole nother lesson
I'm on level never better, tell me do you see a ceiling
But this shit together for forever better
Lil' niggas crazy they chasing the Regine
I kept a Synclaire or Khadijah, meaning
Some of my brews got brews
Quez, Overton, yeah he got tools
Draw on a nigga that thinks it's foo because I went to art school
All my niggas driven in the carpool
Singing
You need more people, We don't believe you
You need more people, We don't believe you
You need more people, We don't believe you
All these niggas saudi (salty)
All these niggas saudi
Brush em off
All these niggas saudi (salty)
All these niggas saudi
All these bitches soggy, everybody had em all
Spliff lit, life lit, flight land, cut the bullshit
Right there where it stand, It don't need legs
Head leaning on a big booty like a bean bag
Say she cooking up the ramen I want 3 pack
Come here, you ain't gotta take a screen grab
(Right here)
Head leaning on a big booty like a bean bag
Say she cooking up the ramen I want 3 pack
All these niggas saudi (salty) and I'm evenly seasoned
I knew another crack smoking Deacon
Was we skipping school at his house like the shit was cool? Hell yeah
He would smoke a rock and clean the crib while we made sales
Hit licks with the nigga and he bought us liquor
Nothing's what its seeming everything deceiving, so I'm scheming
Fuck em I don't need em. I'm no pickle kisser, I'm a leader
Peter piper, all my senoritas hot as jalapenos
And they smoking drinking, deeper thinking, trapper keepers
With the D.S.L.s the soup cools
I'm a hot boy baby you gon have to blow me per scoop
All up in my crib tryna be my new boo
But she got a man and he got another thang too
Bet his side brew got a couple side dudes,LOOK!
Not my type of party shawty
Sorry not sorry
Noshe getting in the Uber all soggy
Shake that shit off
Shake, shake, shake it off
Shake, shake, shake it off
Shake, shake, shake it off
Shake, shake, shake it off
All these niggas saudi (salty)
All these niggas saudi
Brush em off
All these niggas saudi (salty)
All these niggas saudi
All these bitches soggy, everybody had em all
Spliff lit, life lit, flight land, cut the bullshit
Right there where it stand, It don't need legs
Head leaning on a big booty like a bean bag
Say she cooking up the ramen I want 3 pack
Come here, you ain't gotta take a screen grab
(Right here)
Head leaning on a big booty like a bean bag
Say she cooking up the ramen I want 3 pack
Big booty like a motherfucking bean bag
Big booty yeah
Shake shake shake it off shake it off
Screenshot me text and post it bitch
You've got no followers or edges
You lookin mad stupid sis
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Writer(s): Glenn Beamon
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