Salt Dont Kill Playas

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