Salt Dont Kill Playas Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Hard times gone bring out the best in me, like I got the recipe
No competition don't care who ahead of me, shit got hectic now so many dead to me
Niggas be fakin but know that they scared of me, Bro spot the opps I know he gon step for me We going up I just wish you was next to me
He send a threat but he know he ain stretching me
Niggas hate I peep shit that they say, they want me to flop but don't got what it take
He play and get hit wit a drac Im clutching da mop to knock shit out the way
Last name ain't smith why the fuck ima stay she think ima dog how that bitch ran away
This bitch got switch but it ain a Glock tryna hop out on feet and leave him ona block
She fuck with them guys but she still give the drop, I can give you my all but some shit gotta stop
He play and we gon bleed the block I'm smoking on strong got this shit from my pops, do whatever it takes to put us at the top
We pouring up wock we watch how it drop
Pop out like I'm jack in a box he make the wrong move I bet he catch a shot
Them niggas ain steppin for free
They steppin for me, he asked the price I charge for a feat
If I charge what I'm worth niggas couldn't compete
Said he want me dead tell that boy take a seat, make a fuck nigga bed when we put 'em to sleep
Hop out just me and my heat like we play for Miami I'm still slidin deep
Try to run this bitch you gon meet the man, new bitch got kick it just won't let me down
Niggas 2 faced so they don't come around, hope he don't try to run cause we gon hawk em down
Send a nigga fuck up and smoke him out the pound
No love for the ones turn a smile to a frown
I still hold a grudge for the ones let me down niggas know like joc bitch it's going down
He come out the cut all you hear is a sound
Gon bring out the best in me like I got the recipe no competition don't care who ahead of me
I Said Salt don't kill no playa, Salt dont kill no playa
Hard times gone bring out the best in me, like I got the recipe
No competition don't care who ahead of me, shit got hectic now so many dead to me
Niggas be fakin but know that they scared of me, Bro spot the opps I know he gon step for me
We going up I just wish you was next to me he send a threat but he know he ain stretching me
Niggas hate I peep shit that they say they want me to flop but don't got what it take
He play and get hit wit a drac Im clutching da mop to knock shit out the way
Last name ain't smith why the fuck ima stay she think ima dog how that bitch ran away
This bitch got switch but it ain a Glock tryna hop out on feet and leave him ona block
She fuck with them guys but she still give the drop, I can give you my all but some shit gotta stop
He play and we gon bleed the block
I'm smoking on strong got this shit from my pops, do whatever it takes to put us at the top
We pouring up wock we watch how it drop
Pop out like I'm jack in a box he make the wrong move I bet he catch a shot.