Salty

[Intro]
This sticker is dangerous, and inconvenient
But I do love Fig Newton's
Completely irrelevant to the song
Tick tick!
Tick tick!

[Verse 1]
This sound like Nike commercials, from 1990's or something
I put the Footscapes in motion, I keep it movin' and jumpin'
I got some white folks take care of me like to call Mr. Drummond
Cause that shit funny to me, said that shit funny, uh
I got some niggas in jail, I send them bread for their snackies
We send em pics from the shows, they write me back like "What's crackin'?"
I take a vaca at Ma, she make the fish with the pasta
I used to run on the couch, that flow is made out of lava
I made the guess out of Legos, you fuck around and get smoked
I was Double O, Double O seven, no joke
Pops told me go out, boy, go and get you some hoes
I'm in the hallway of this building tryna take off her clothes
Like hurry up, before security come fuck us up
For me, like seven minutes later, now I'm sprintin'
Don't you run from me
Like hurry up, before security come fuck us up
For me, like seven minutes later, now I'm sprintin'
Don't you run from me

[Pre-hook]
Oh, you mad? (Nigga?)
Why you mad? (Tick tick!)
Oh, you mad? (What?)
Why you mad?

[Hook]
Said you salty than a bitch?
Tell em why you mad at me
Nigga don't lose no sleep
Lately I been mad happy

[Verse 2]
I hold my head when I'm walking, I keep my hands in my pocket
These niggas come for my money, I gotta try and dissolve it
Ain't no blade [?] finna kill me, I better land in the coffin
I better wake up tomorrow, or we toast next to my coffee
I pull the Tracfone out my pocket, tryna see what time it's poppin'
[?] with my niggas, I don't know you, then I'm [?]
Awko taco, Rocko's modern life
No money at Mickey D's, my niggas like, "You got em, right?"
Snorlax get killed, I'm like, "Second time? You caught him, right?"
I ain't even save the game, I'm going back with an awesome night
Quick with it, like Harlem Nights, turning corners, just dodging lights
New [?], rooftops with [?]
Heard some niggas mad, I got some eyes upon my shit
You spend as much time looking me up as I did to make my shit
Boy, you salty, fish and chips
Had to hit em with the dip
I stay way from the drama
At a distance, Jerry Springer, bitch!

[Pre-hook + Hook]