Chorus repeat 2x
They some salt shakers, they shakin shakin on your girl
They some salt shakers, they shakin shakin on your girl
They some hating ass hoes and they all up in your grill
They be smiling in youre face, but they smile aint real
Verse 1
At first it was the hatin and the muggin
But now you actin like you got some lovin
I know that you a snake bitch sneaky
Stay close so I wont see your weakin
Do you really think that we is cool
Youz a damn fool
Im on that out to make this loop
I be watchin you
And I can tell you out to get me
But hoe before I go you got to kill me
You wanna kick it cause you know it goin down
I aint a weak bitch smackin bitches out a crowd
While you be, be talkin shit behind my back hoe
Ooh-wee I just cant wait to let my cover blow
I said that I dont fuck wit hoes anyway
You aint got to be in my grill bein fake
I hate it when a bitch think that Im dumb
Keep on kissin my ass you dont want none
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
I be fuckin wit a bitch, cause a bitch dont smoke
When we be ridin I be askin you to fire up that dope
I got no love for you hoe, just keepin it real
I got no friends, mama told me that a friend will kill
I guess you dont believe bitch, shit you pull this thang
You try to imitate my style just to get you some wang
But did you know chat I really dont be givin a fuck
A bitches hoe talkin back and then you might get stuck
Cause you do not see that I see you
Full of animosity but
Its not hard for me to teach you
How to be gone just like me bitch
You wanna war, then Ima load up my nine
You wanna squash it, then my niggah its fine
I got to show a bitch that Im about mine
Cant let you slide hoe to many times yeah
Repeat Chorus
Verse 3
You hoes kills me
Why in the fuck you do that shit
Just stop the hating
Thats why I cant fuck wit a bitch and that is fucked up
You better watch your every move or youll get shot up
Aint got a damn thang to prove, you want my niggah
So then you tell him lies and shit that you had made up
A low down bitch you told him everythang you thought of
Cant drop no thought down on me bitch, we got some real love
Colaboration wit a thug, so I trick you
I know you know I cant be friends wit an ex-hoe
Have conversations wit yo wanch, so we can stay close
We kick and talk, you tellin me bout where you stay at
And mane thats good, cause now I know just where to buck at
I know you hate me but you actin like its all cool
You wanna get me, Im the one hes commin home to
You need to stay the fuck up outta of my grill
Cause you aint real this shit is gonna lead to a kill
Repeat Chorus