SALT KILLS SNAILS

[Verse]
(Ooh, Sav, you killed it)
Salt kills snails, add flavor to players
Now after hating on a player, I hope you pray for me later
I guess you perfect, I'm tryna be like you
Put some P's in the luggage, hope they get right through
I'm overseas like it's down the street, effortless
No police watching shit I do
Taking pictures, hope they get my shoes
They expensive, not to mention they vintage
I'm on a thirty day stretch, two P's on a bench
Wrap that bitch twice, know they looking out for a scent
Rapping 'bout thе shit I lived I swear evеry by I meant
What I spent getting to this money, man, I forget
Spent a [?] on these Nikes though in New York at KIF
I hit a lick, dark shit on me, I'm on FaceTime with vic
I'm out in LA with an NY fitted feeling like Nip
I'm out in New York hitting home runs, I feel like a Met
Let the braids get fuzzy, getting to this money
They thought all that was behind me but we traffic it in
Moving ammo to the floor, bring the vacuum sealer in
Mix Roxanne with Patricia, I can't feel a thing
Music give me joy, dropping bags will help a nigga live
I know that this rap hot but I'ma run it to a million
I'ma run it to the ceiling