Salute Lyrics

Niggas is hating, It's really just noise

He wanna beef with me about a bitch is you crazy, you kidding me, boy?

'Fore I put M.G right on your ass, remember that none of these bitches is yours

Real player, I got girls in my bag, literally, I got bitches galore

I hit a bitch and I pass to my brother

I only hang with some dangerous cutters

I only hang with my gangsters and bloodas

I got a roster, I can't be a lover

Broski he a shooter, I'm tryna get him in the Stu' for some reason, he don't wanna do it

Broski a ooter, he leave the music shit to me and I can't do nothin' but salute it

Ok, ard, we on every V when we hotbox the car

Don't crash 'bout that bitch, bro just roll you a 'gar

She all on my dick cause she know I'm a star

He poppin' his shit, but on nothin' for sure

Keep talkin' bout chips, but he bluffin, he broke

He mad, but he the one trusted the ho

He can hate, but I know he ain't touchin' me, though

It's just me and my bro in the yo

My shooter, my killer, you know how it go

She want love, but I can't give it to her, 'cause I'm so stuck on the road

We don't Bub, my killers is sendin' you up, and you know I'm stuck with the bros

The gang, the V, the H, and the O

M.G. in the cut and he ready to throw

Can't dine in, let's take it to go

One verse Ten, but I'm takin' 'em, though

Pause, but I'm still takin' your ho

I don't need a girl, I'ma make it alone

M.G. right by my side, he ready to ride I know that I'm makin' it home

Why you believe that thot? She really done lied, like I wasn't makin' her moan

What's up with the two? I got my brother, what y'all wanna do

I'm with the killers, they all gonna boom

Pass me the rock, I put ball in the hoop

Go against me and they all gonna lose

Twenty v One, I'll kill all of you dudes

Take you and break through the wall with you dudes

You wasn't there, I was callin' for you

Go get a cut and pop out

My killers go nuts bring the mop out

They feinin' for blood the chop out

You diss and you done the mob out

I spend a bag on a jacket

Back then, I just had to imagine

Throw up the O think we backin' the Magic

Them shooters had got on his ass, it was tragic

You comin' up too, you a brother of mine

Everything gon' be smooth like the son of LeBron

My killers'll boom if you comin' for mine

Told me tell her the truth, but she wasn't my mom

She did me dirty it fucked with my mind

I guess I deserve it for trustin' a dime

I called a blitz, they rushin' the line

Want love but I don't got the trust and the time

Go

Niggas is hating, It's really just noise

He wanna beef with me about a bitch, is you crazy, you kiddin' me, boy?

'Fore I put M.G. right on your ass

Remember that none of these bitches is yours

Real player, I got girls in my bag literally, I got bitches galore

Go

I hit a bitch and I pass to my brother

I only hang with some dangerous cutters

I only hang with my gangsters and bloodas

I got a roster, I can't be a lover

Broski a shooter, I'm tryna get him in the Stu' for some reason, he don't wanna do it

Broski a ooter, he leave the music shit to me and I can't do nothin' but salute it