IDK Ft NLE Choppa – Salty Lyrics

Salty Lyrics by IDK Ft NLE Choppa

[Intro: IDK]

Fuckin’ on bitches, I do what I do
Backshot, backshot, you and your crew
Fuckin’ on bitches, I do what I do
Huh, huh, huh, switch

[Chorus: IDK]
Uh-huh-uh, uh
I told her I don’t really need her (Uh-huh, need her)
Where was you at when I was in the field? (Where?)
You played the bleachers (Uh-huh)
I fucked on her friend but we wasn’t involved, so I ain’t cheater (Uh-huh)
By the sideline with my side bitch, hope the Jumbotron don’t see us (Don’t see us)
Dodgin’ the— (Fuck)
GLS (Yes)
I’m rich, got me an AP so I ain’t got time for your PMS (Uh-huh)
Ain’t got the time for no BNS
Tell me your problems and see ’em out
I’m makin’ ’em salty, salty, salty

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, salt shakеr (Salt shaker)
She gon’ shake, shakе, shake what her mama gave her (What her momma gave her)
I’m a throat coat in her mouth like Now and Laters (Like a Now and Later)
They need a whole fire gone
Don’t you try to save her (Try to save her)
Like the defibrillators (Defibrillators)
[Verse 2: IDK & NLE Choppa]
Ayy, we ain’t fuckin’ no more, she a hasbeen
The head ain’t no point, need the Aspirin (Mhm)
Fuck the fur, came in through the back end (Through the back end)
Fuck around and meet me with the back end (With the back end)
Used to get the pack in, I was taxin’ (Taxin’)
Uncle Sam on the block, what happened? (What happened?)
Had a wild open shot and he choked
That’s why he don’t drill with me no more (Brrr)
Had a nerd tell me she don’t give throat (She don’t give—)
What? Keep the bitch out on the road (Bye)
Big dub, make her do it on all fours
Mike Jones in the cut, on four fours
They put a nigga in cuffs, or the fo-fo
Middle finger, that’s a fuck to the popo
In between, tryna get my nut, these hoes are lust, no hoes we trust (Trust, trust, trust, trust)

[Chorus: IDK]
Uh-huh-uh, uh
I told her I don’t really need her (Uh-huh, need her)
Where was you at when I was in the field? (Where?)
You played the bleachers (Uh-huh)
I fucked on her friend but we wasn’t involved, so I ain’t cheater (Uh-huh)
By the sideline with my side bitch, hope the Jumbotron don’t see us
Dodgin’ the (Fuck)
GLS (Yes)
I’m rich, got me an AP so I ain’t got time for your PMS
Ain’t got the time for no BNS
Tell me your problems and see ’em out
I’m makin’ ’em salty, salty, salty