Robb Bank$ - Salty lyrics

I'm the shit, Believe that woe
Fuck that bitch, I don't need that ho
These bitches snap pics
Don't let em charge they phone
Bitch it's Robb Bank$
You could leave me alone
Imma kill them with the note
Pussy nigga look at that
I had to remind him come get his bitch back
Fuck nigga it's the young OutKast
Big Boi in the pants

And a nigga touch more than three stacks
I know yo duck ass open up to these hoes boy
Dread head with the eagle beak to yo low
Double S around the globe, gym, sea
Or home boy
Fam on go I bet he throw that FLinstone boy
Tell these niggas put my dick in they mouth
Stop acting like a bitch her mouth drop
She hold my clip
She better give me something to sip
Now i take it out ya check im the boss PS
By the soul food
He was high on sodium from the start

Tell me why you mad
Yeah I fucked your friend
But that don't mean me and
You can't fuck again girl what you saying?
Middle finger to yo man
When the last time your
Stomach hurt after sex, bitch
I could give a fuck bout that bitch
But she can't hate me cause
She can't hate dick

Yeah me and little momma go together but when
She text back with that one word reply

She answer salty (aye)

Shawty don't be salty (aye) shawty don't be