Salsa

Woah, woah, woah

Yea, HLR Shit

Let’s go

Ain’t no playin around
We gon heat it up like lava
I don’t socialize with too many
You not my partner
I get on my grind
I don’t entertain the drama
Real nigga, bitch I’m on the chips
Like some salsa
Ain’t no playin around
We gon heat it up like lava
I don’t socialize with too many
You not my partner
I get on my grind
I don’t entertain the drama
Real nigga, bitch I’m on the chips
Like some salsa

I like my women bad, with a big bag
Like Madonna
I don’t do the gossip
I don’t talk bitch I’m a walker
To my opps it’s fuck em
You know how we comin
Chasin after that bag quick
A hundred miles and runnin
Ain’t no frontin
It’s real i hear some people tuckin
By any means
Like a trampoline, get to jumpin
Look
Fuck with us, you never could
I roll up that good
Preferably inside a wood
Turnin up for my city like 42 Dugg
Imma keep tryna reach a million
As i should
If you down with me, you real, no frauds
My back against the wall
I gotta beat the odds
Your bitch call me papi
I’m puffin packs of broccoli
I need all my pockets obese
Fat and sloppy
It’s HLR for life, I’m throwin up that H
They tried to block us in
But we said fuck that gate

Ain’t no playin around
We gon heat it up like lava
I don’t socialize with too many
You not my partner
I get on my grind
I don’t entertain the drama
Real nigga, bitch I’m on the chips
Like some salsa
Ain’t no playin around
We gon heat it up like lava
I don’t socialize with too many
You not my partner
I get on my grind
I don’t entertain the drama
Real nigga, bitch I’m on the chips
Like some salsa

On them chips like some salsa

Yea

Catch up

Run that bag up

Yea, yea

Said run that bag up

Uh, uh