Lyrics Salty - Dave East, DJ Holiday, Moneybagg Yo

Salty

Renegade
On god
Work out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari
I come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me
Niggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad)
Probably wishing they could park me (park me)
Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)
When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)
Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)
Run from it or can run with it, I ain’t never been no dumb nigga
On the bench light a blunt witcha, bet she let me hit off one picture (one)
I don’t want liqour, one brother, I got one sister
PCH in the Porsche driftin', million dollars make you talk different (different)
Chanel on her, make her walk different
Any shorts on that paper dawg, and that Porsche truck it’s a corpse in it (body)
It’s a boss in it, money up, I could talk with it
So much gas, I be coughing it
Pay attention who you walking with
Gucci, my jogger fit
I got some work that we all can flip
I got a plan that we all could get rich
I gotta bitch that we all could hit
Posted on broadway, right in the hallway, looking for raw to get (que lo que)
I back out a Smith N', he got religious, start talking 'bout God and shit (oh
my god)
My youngin', he really got aim, he come to your corner get all them hit
I be in Neimans and I be in Sacs, lets run through the mall real quick
Still talking my Harlem shit, like Jimmy, I’m ballin', bitch
My friends blowing in the wind, I’m just tryna win, I can never call it quits
She was swimming when I caught your chick
Audemars, that’s a water wrist
We was really poor, now we sorta rich
Cuzzo got caught with a quarter brick
Work out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari
I come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me
Niggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad)
Probably wishing they could park me (park me)
Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)
When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)
Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)
Run from it or can run with it, I ain’t never been no dumb nigga
On the bench light a blunt witcha, bet she let me hit off one picture (one)
Racks on me, so I walk different
Get the mop 'cause the sauce drippin'
Hood hot 'cause the laws in it (12)
Real niggas, super authentic (real)
Cuban link wit the iced out charm
Audemars, got a iced out arm
Put a pill on the top of her tongue
Hundred round, on the bottom the gun (brrr)
Blew up on 'em like the name was bomb
Pulled up on 'em in a brand new Mulsanne
Not a Mulsanne, they sayin' I changed
(Skrt skrt skrt) I’m changin' the lane
Cadillac truck when I hop out the plane
Get you a headshot, go 'gainst the grain
Bags of that cash, they callin my name
Bought a white tiger, named it Cocaine
Work out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari
I come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me
Niggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad)
Probably wishing they could park me (park me)
Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)
When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)
Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)
Run from it or can run with it, I ain’t never been no dumb nigga
On the bench light a blunt witcha, bet she let me hit off one picture (one)