Salty (feat. NLE Choppa)

Fucking on bitches, I do what I do
Backshot, backshot, you and your crew
Fucking on bitches, 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 fucked on her friend but we wasn't involved, so I ain't cheater (uh-huh)
By the sideline with my side bitch, hope the Jumbotron don't see us (don't see us)

Dodgin' the- (fuck)
GLS (yes)
I'm rich, got me a 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 mama gave her (what her momma gave her)
I'm her throat coat, in her mouth like Now and Laters (like a Now and Later)
That nigga ho far gone, don't you try to save her (try to save her)
Like defibrillators ('fibrillators)

Ayy, we ain't fucking no more, she a has-been
The head ain't no point, need a Aspirin (mhm)
Fuck the front, came in through the back end (through the back end)
Fuck 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 happenin'? (What happenin'?)
Had a wide-open shot and he choked
That's why he doesn't drill with me no more (brr)
Had the nerve to tell me she doesn't give throat (she doesn't give-)
What? Kick the bitch out on the road (bye)

Big dog, make her do it on all fours
Mike Jones is in the cut, on four fours
They put a nigga in cuffs, or the fo-fo
Middle finger, that's a fuck 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 need her (uh-huh, need her)
Where was you at when I was in the field? (Where?)
You played the bleachers (uh-huh)
I fucked on her friend but we wasn't involved, so I ain't cheater (uh-huh)
By the sideline with my side bitch, hope the Jumbotron doesn'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



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Simon Schranz, Jason Mills, Eden Nagar, Derek Gamlam
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